Awkward lessons 2: The date ends in lots of sex!!!

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Morgan shouted softly. You felt your head pushed back. You had just tried to kiss your own girlfriend on what you thought was a date. You knew it wasn't a normal date, but you hoped to get a chance with this beauty. And she denied you. Your own girl.

“I thought,” you stammered. “I thought it was a good time to.....Bill says to kiss early....”

Morgan shook her head. “Don't listen to Bill. What works for him will NOT work for you,” she said and you thought she glanced at your bugle. “This wasn't like that.” She held her hands up. “This wasn't like a real date dude. I was trying to help you.”

You were at a loss. “I just thought....I mean it was a nice time...” you were faltering with your own girlfriend.

Morgan put her hands on her face. “Ughh...that is my fault. I'm sorry. I should have been clear.” She was getting red in the face. “I'm sorry if you thought differently.”

“No, no,” you assured her. “It's fine.”

“Well,” she looked around, and grabbed her purse. She pulled out a flask. “This will help.” She poured some in her drink, and then a LOT in your drink. “We should cut this out now I think, and NEVER EVER EVER tell Bill” she picked up her phone. “Bill is coming in a minute anyways.”

“Oh.” you said, a little hurt Bill was intruding. But at this point, your date with her was over. “That's cool. He wanted to see this.”

Morgan looked at you and then the seat next to you. “Would you like...mind moving over one when he gets here.” She gave you a weird look like she was the one who was uncomfortable. “Not to be a bitch, I just like space and stuff. Buddy rules. I think its safer that way anyways stud.” She laughed and swatted you arm playfully.

You stood up, nodded, and moved so there was a seat between you and Morgan. Bill came up the steps very slowly, basically stumbling. He plopped down in the seat closest to the aisle. Within a second, Bill crushed his lips over Morgan's and they began to make out like high-school kids, you saw their tongues wrapping around each other. It was obscene but got you rock hard. You had spent an entire four hours on your date with Morgan and didn't get a kiss. Rebuffed even. Bill came in and made out with her in less than a minute.

The movie started, and you were not even noticed. Morgan was close to Bill, her hand couldn't be seen. You didn't want to stare too much. They would kiss, stop, giggle and whisper, and kiss again. You faintly heard a zipper. It couldn't be?

You looked over and Morgan was looking down the theater rows. “Stop, cut it out Bill.” She laughed. Bill's hand was down Morgan's pants. You couldn't see everything, but her hips were moving. Her head went back into the seat. “Oh gaaaawwwwdddd,” she moaned softly biting her lip. You could see her eyes flutter, her body stiffened, and her hips were locked in an upward position. Through the noise of the movie, you heard a distinct squishing and splashing. You spent four hours and didn't get a kiss. Bill had spent ten minutes and had just fingered her.

Morgan stood up and zipped her jean shorts. She walked past Bill and to the bathroom. He jumped two seat to sit next to you. “How'd it go,” he asked.

“Good,” you said.

“I think it did dude,” he lifted his fingers and they were dripping with slick juices. The smell was strong. It was Morgan's pussy. Bill wiped his hands on you straw. “You got her worked up dude. Now you can have a taste.” He winked, and jumped back, as Morgan re-entered the theater.

She sat back down, and they went back to kissing, chatting, and laughing. You now heard another zipper. Then Morgan said “NO....NOT NOW! JEEZ!” She was still giggling at whatever she was protesting. Your eyes kept moving from the wet straw to them. You wanted that straw in your mouth.

Bill looked over to you. “Dude, watch out for us.”

You didn't know what to say. So you just said. “Ok! I got you!” And looked down at the steps to see if people were coming up.

“If we get caught,” Morgan said, “you guys are dead meat buster!”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw her head sink down into Bill's lap. She had lifted the handrest. A new sound began to fill the back of the theater. A slow slurping noise. Then a smacking noise. Then a grunt from Bill. You looked down the rows. The closet people were two rows down. No one was near you guys. It was the perfect chance to pull this off. You knew that you were merely lookout while Morgan, your date, was blowing your jerk of a friend. But what else were you going to do. It was the weekend. This wasn't your Morgan. To confirm that, you looked over. She was literally on her knees on her seat, her ass swaying towards you, her head bobbing up and down. The slurping was louder now. You saw the bottoms of her heels as they were on the armrest behind her. She was literally going to town on Bill's cock and he had a wide smile. He looked over and winked. He pointed to her head and gave a “thumbs up”.

When Bill turned away, you did it. You picked up the cup and put the straw in your mouth. It was a salty, sweet, and somehow tangy taste. Had you ever tasted your girlfriend? When had you last gone down on her? You may have only done it twice before. You were savoring the delicious flavor, staring at Morgan's ass in those jeans, pointing at you. You didn't have to worry about shame from Bill, as his head was back and his eyes were closed.

The taste was so wonderful and different. The visual of her sucking your friend's cock was so erotic. It was all your body could take. This was like living out those strange dreams. Where she was “with you” but fucking Bill. You had gone on a date with Morgan, only for it to end with Bill getting a blowjob. As if your body understood this, maybe muscle memory, you began to ejaculate hard in your pants with a grunt. Your tongue wrapped around the straw, licking all her flavor up.

Bill let out a loud “OOOOH FUCCCCCCK!” And people looked back. The movie must have hit a quite patch, because the sound of someone swallowing hard filled the theater. It was Morgan, and she was swallowing Bill's cum. One person you saw got up and left.

You spoke to them now. “Guys....I think they got someone!”

A guy with a light came up. He was heated. He asked Morgan and Bill to leave. Not you. But you got up and left anyways. He escorted them, with you in tow, out to a security booth. The guy at the booth's eyes lit up and he had an angry look. “These two again. I told you to leave!” He looked at the usher. “These two kids were fucking in the staircase in the parking lot!” He pointed to the large back doors to the parking lot. “Get out or I call the cops. They won't be so nice to you kids!”

Bill and Morgan laughed as they all but skipped out of the mall. You were behind them, and watched them holding hands, and laughing about the “mall cop” and how he was a “loser”. There was no awkwardness between them, no pauses, no weird body language. Bill didn't even go on the date, and he had fucked her twice, and got his dick sucked twice. As far as you knew. Bill seemed to exude confidence right in front of you. How couldn't he, as he'd been fucking her all day. She was all over him now. Taller by several inches, but it didn't even look that odd.

You walked up and glanced down quickly. Bill did have a bugle. Morgan caught you and just laughed She texted you as she walked. She told you to “ditch the sock” when you take out Kate. “Just be yourself and you'll be fine.”

Bill jumped in the back seat. So did Morgan. There was giggling again, and a lip smacking noise. You turned your rear view to see their heads, kissing madly. Morgan was practically biting Bill's lip. She was mewling softly. You turned it even more, keeping your eyes on the road as best you could. Morgan was moaning.

“How do you do it so well,” she cooed softly, but you still heard her. You pushed the mirror down far. They weren't looking, too engaged in making out. Bill's hand was down her jeans, which were slightly unbuttoned. He was moving fast. You heard her moaning loudly now. “Oh....oh babe.....” Then that familiar sound of squishing and splashing from her jeans. You now knew the sound she made when Bill made her cum. Bill was making her “squirt”, something you had never done. Never knew she did. Your cock was hard again, and you joked to yourself about who had more stamina, you or Bill.

You got back to Morgan's house. It was around four in the afternoon now. You'd have to go home and get ready. But you didn't want to leave. You wanted to watch them. Watch them as a couple. It was so strange and arousing to you. Bill just walked in like he owned the place. “Want a beer,” he asked, going to the kitchen. The same move you had played for years, in front of him.

You sat in “your seat”. The single seat, from the dining table brought by the couch. It wasn't like this until all this Bill stuff started. Placed near the couch. You just didn't sit on the couch. Not on the weekends. Morgan got up and went to the bedroom. You and Bill drank a few. Morgan poked her head around the corner. “Can I talk to you for a minute Bill?”

He got up and left. You were alone. Wondering what was going on. You heard the metal head board begin to bang. Someone turned on music in Morgan's room. They were fucking. Again. You had never heard of a couple having so much sex. You crept to the guest bathroom, then were elated when the main bathroom connecting door was open. The light was off, but the door to Morgan's bedroom was open halfway. You peered around the corner. The site made your cock twitch, as you saw Morgan, without her jean shorts, naked from the waist down. She was on the bed on her hands and knees, the sexy heels still on. Bill was pounding her from behind. Pulling her hair with one hand, and holding her hip with his other. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a half smile half “o” face. She looked amazing, even as your friend's cock buried inside her, pulled out, then buried inside her again.

You couldn't hear much, but you heard Morgan say “don't go inside me”. That hit you hard. You hadn't even realized they weren't using condoms. Bill pulled out and began jerking his cock behind Morgan. You watched as his cock erupted, and his cum splashed on her back, the back of her neck and then head. Some on the bed. Some on the wall. Which was like magic since it was several feet away.

You crept back out and sat in your seat. You waited impatiently. Had they seen you? If they had, it didn't show when they came back in. Bill came out with a white wife beater, jeans and his socks. Morgan came out in one of Bill's long white Patriots shirts. Nothing else. Like what a girlfriend does. Guess he had clothes here.

Morgan went to the kitchen. She got a water, and then Bill a beer. “You want a beer,” she asked you last. You said yes, and she brought you one. Bill was sitting on the far end of the couch. Morgan scooted up, with her legs on the end of the couch closest to you, and her head in Bill's lap. Did she even know what she was showing you. You could see her ass, and her panty covered pussy. Her turquoise thong couldn't fully cover her swollen lips. To say they were wet was an understatement. They looked shiny and basically dripped her juices on the couch. Her smell was strong. Even from a few feet away. There was no doubt these two had just had sex. It was all over them. Her dainty little feet taunted you, and you wanted to suck her toes.

“Rub my hair babe,” they were words she often said to you. Now she said them to Bill as her head was in his lap. He did as told but argued.

“I don't want to do this all night!” He huffed like a kid.

She looked up at him, adjusting her legs. Giving you even more of a view, as her panties hung off half her pussy. “Just rub for ten minutes, it always ends with you getting sucked off you baby!”

Had they even spoke to you other than to ask for beers? Is this how Bill felt? Had Morgan given such erotic shows without knowing it? Or did she just not care?

You spoke up. “We should talk to Kate about later.”

“No can do buddy,” Bill said, “we're beat. You are going solo with her. You'll be good!”

Morgan didn't move. She was already asleep. She looked so peaceful. You told Bill you were gonna drink another and then head out. He yawned and nodded. You got the beer, and came back. Bill was out. They were sleeping right there.

You went to the back room. To the hamper. You took out her dirty panties. You did what you HAD to. You sniffed, and then wrapped them over your cock. It wasn't more than a minute before you came. You stuffed them in one pocket and another pair in the other pocket. You peered out from room, and realized you could see so much. So you remained. You were so curious to see what Bill and Morgan would do as a couple. It was so difficult to even say “Bill and Morgan” in that manner. Months ago she hated this guy, now they lied on the couch sleeping soundly after fucking all day.

You knew you had a date. But you couldn't go just yet. It was only five thirty anyways. Time passed. About twenty minutes. There was no movement. “Sportscenter” was all you heard. You were about to just get up and leave. Morgan finally stirred. She stood up, lifted her arms in the air to stretch and yawned. You could see her ass, in the turquoise thong as she spun away and stretched her arms. She walked out of your view. Probably to the bathroom, you thought.

You had a decent view of the couch. You were slightly slanted from your position, so you could see Bill lying down sleeping. You jumped back with a start, when Morgan appeared in the kitchen, not ten feet from you. She didn't even glance towards the back room luckily, instead, she just grabbed a water out of the fridge and drank half of the bottle.

She walked out of the kitchen into the hall, and you lost sight. She came back into view when she reached the couch in the living room. You expected her to get back on the couch and rest, which would give you that “view” again. She surprised you, by kneeling down on the carpet and moving the coffee table back a bit. She got between Bill's legs, and reached up to unbuckle his jeans. You could see the whole ordeal from your vantage point. Morgan was reaching into his pants, and he groaned but didn't wake up. His semi-flaccid cock came into view, and you felt envy. He was bigger than you even when he was flaccid. He wasn't like HUGE, you told yourself. Trying to save face, to well..yourself. You watched your girlfriend kiss the tip of your friend's mushroomed cock. He moved in his sleep. She then licked his tip, her tongue rolling around the head of his dick. She took the tip in, and then slowly slid her mouth down his shaft. Her right hand went up, just below her mouth, to jerk him while she sucked his cock in unison. Her left hand went to his balls and rolled them. It was like your friend's cock was an instrument and Morgan was playing it to perfection. She began to increase her pace with her mouth. You could hear slurping again over the TV. Your cock grew watching her suck him off like some pornstar professional.

Bill began to stir. You watched him open his eyes and look down. He yawned and smacked his lips. “Not a bad way to wake up.”

Morgan looked up at him, smiled, and pulled her mouth off his cock. Her two hands still around his base jerking him off now. You had to admit, hard, Bill was much larger than you. A grower, not a shower as some said. “I told you,” Morgan said standing up, “when you're with me, anytime I can, I will suck you awake or jerk you awake. My man is going to wake up cumming. It's a rule I fucking SWEAR by. It's what good girlfriends do.” She pulled her panties down to the floor. You thought about what she said. She NEVER jerked you or sucked you awake. This was a new “rule”.

Bill stood up. He was pulling his pants down. Morgan took his spot on the couch and lied down her legs and ass facing you. Even though it was just a long jersey, you had a “upskirt” view. Or “upjersey” view. It was so odd to watch them work in tandem like that. As if it was commonplace, and natural.

They spoke in such a matter of fact manner as they prepared for an obvious sexual encounter. “I think I helped him a lot today,” Morgan said, referring obviously to you. Bill got on top now, in between her legs. She spread them, pulled her panties down, and moved with one leg against the back of the couch cushions and the other hanging off the couch.

Bill grabbed his hard cock and positioned it at Morgan's entrance. “He'll be fine,” Bill said, pushing his cock into your girlfriend's pussy. “You don't need to worry babe,” he added.

Morgan looked up at Bill, “I don't know. Did you see the way he was in the beginning.” She wrapped her right leg around Bill's back as he began a slow rhytmn. “He almost had a heart attack when I came out of the bedroom. He couldn't HANDLE it. It's like he's never even talked to a hot girl before.”

Bill put his hands next to Morgan's head, and bent down. You watched them kiss, and witnessed the whole thing as Bill's cock pumped into her, and then back out, and then back in. It was the PERFECT viewing point. Your cock grew again in your pants. You saw his cock enter her pussy each time, and come out wetter and more slick than before. It was amazing they just talked as if they were NOT having sex.

“Yeah,” Bill said lifting himself off her. He picked up his pace of thumping his cock into her. “You're a little bit hotter than my boy is used to.” He said humping faster. What was he saying? You had dated her first? Long before him. She had dressed nice for you. Ok, maybe not THAT nice. Bill began to slam his cock into Morgan, and you heard his balls thwap as they hit her ass.

“Yeah,” Morgan added, “Kate is more his speed. I think I helped him. I hope he doesn't screw it up. The guy needs to get some pussy. I shouldn't be there, because he's like obsessed. So its good for him to go alone.” This made you angry. But you couldn't do a thing. She began to moan softly. You had your cock out and were pumping it, watching Bill saw his cock inside Morgan. “Oh fuck....oh babe....I'm close...” Morgan said seductively.

Bill began to hump harder. “Me too babe....me too...I gotta pull out....gotta pull out!”

“No babe...no...” Morgan urged. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down into her. Her arms around his neck. “OH GOD! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!” Your eyes went wide. She wasn't letting him pull out of her. There was no condom. Your cock erupted seed onto the floor.

Bill cried out. “Fuck babe I'm gonna cum!”

Morgan was pulling him tighter. She looked like her legs were squeezing him like a snake. “Don't stop. Go inside me. DO IT! CUM INSIDE ME!” Her head went back, and you watched her hips push up. You watched her body stiffen. Her toes curled on the couch. Her fingers curled in Bill's back. She let out a loud guttural noise, “UUUUUNNNNNNNHGGGGGHHH!”

Bill pushed one last time. “FUUUUUCCCKKK BABE!” It was the same noise he always made. You knew he was cumming. He was cumming inside your girlfriend. Inside her unprotected vagina. With no condom. Morgan never used birth control. It made you feel a sudden sense of fear. Then your cock extended again. You were mad at it this time. He had just done something incredibly stupid and dangerous.

After a minute, Bill got up and rolled off her. Your eyes focused on Morgan's gaping pussy, Bill's cum spewing forth, as her pussy contracted and bubbled with cum. She put her hand down there and tried to block it. She urged Bill to grab tissues. You watched her try to fix her “creampie”. Bill had just “creampied” your girlfriend. It was so hot you wanted to cum again. They settled on using Bill's Patriots jersey. Which Morgan pulled off and put down by her crotch. She got up finally, fully nude at this point, and walked out of your view with the jersey against her pussy. Your heart was beating so fast you thought you'd fall over and die.

She came back two minutes later. Still nude. Bill was on the couch drinking a beer. His pants back up. He looked over to Morgan, “Did you take the Plan B pill?” This made you feel better. She had done this with you before. It assured no pregnancy as long as the pill was taken quickly.

“I will tomorrow, because it makes me sick!” Morgan said grabbing her pack of cigarettes off the table. This was stupid, as it dropped the effectiveness down about 15%. She walked towards the deck, still nude, with the sun not quite down. “It's only about 80% affective. We've talked about this,” Morgan added sliding the door open.

Bill went out with her. “I know. I know. No dead beat dad shit!”

Morgan handed Bill a smoke. Stark raving nude, standing on the deck. You heard her say, “I'm not going to be Bill's baby factory. NO FUCKING WAY!”

Bill laughed, and the door slid closed. You wanted to hear them. Had they talked about having kids. This was insane. Why were you so hard? You sat there watching them smoke. Morgan was nude. On the deck. In the open. Only a small railing hid her. The neighbors could see. The people across the river could see. If they only looked. She would NEVER have done this. She sat in the deck chair, and faced you. Open legs and all. Her pussy was still dribbling Bill's cum, out and onto chair, through the slits in the chair and onto the deck. They talked as if it wasn't an issue.

Finally finished they came back in, sliding the door with a hiss. “Let's take a bath,” Morgan said, walking past the couch.

“You got it BBF!” Bill laughed, smacking her ass.

“Cut it out, that's not funny,” Morgan said, and then they were both gone.

You left the back room, went through the kitchen and slowly out the front door. You waited to hear the bath water running. Would they even notice if you slammed the door? Your world was upside down. The words “Bill's baby factory” kept running through your head. It was insane. Your head had a ring in it and it wouldn't go away. You went to your apartment. It was hard to get ready for your date.

Morgan texted you, in the group text with Bill. “Remember, relax, don't stare, don't fidget, don't freak out. Breathe and relax. AND JERK OFF BEFORE!” Still coaching you. It was crazy. Sadly, you spent the time in the shower trying to jerk off all the thoughts in your head. Bill's baby factory. What if that became a reality? Where were you in that story? She continued to text. “Maybe a sock in the pants. Lol!” Now she was insulting you to Bill? Did she even think of it that way? Were you just friends now?

You went and picked Kate up eventually. She looked nice. A purple top, which made her large muffin top less obvious, and ripped jeans. Her fat pushing through the rips. She wore heels too. Nice black heels. She looked ok in your mind. You did as you were taught. You brought flowers, and wine, opened doors to the car, and the restaurant. You looked her in the eyes when you spoke. It wasn't hard, she didn't have a stellar body. After dinner, you moved to the bar and had drinks.

Your phone buzzed. “I think shit is going well dude, Kate is talking you up big time dude,” Morgan sent in the group message. “Do you want to use my place to close the deal? Your place is gross and smells of take out! Lol!”

You had no idea what she meant. Was she inviting you over to hang out with them? “What are you guys doing?” you asked. The words “you guys” seemed normal now. How odd.

“Uggh, I have to get up and go to Bill's niece's birthday. We're staying in his room tonight! Kill me! Lol!” Morgan added so nonchalantly. Did she meet his parents? Did she know his family? How was this so serious?

Bill chimed in, “Babe. Pack the black skirt. And the black heels! Let's get going!”

Morgan immediately responded, “I'm not wearing that skirt. Nothing too sexy. I don't want your dad and brothers to be jacking off to me!” you couldn't believe how she was talking about his family. It somehow got you so hard. Luckily, Kate was on her phone as well.

Bill added, “My buddies jerk off to you! Right dude?” He was asking you. You didn't know how to respond.

Morgan responded first. “That's different. Those are your buddies. That's like bragging and shit.” She added, “I don't care if your loser friends are pulling their little dicks to me. I've seen the girls you guys hang out with. They are lucky to jerk to pics of me. Lol! Your buddies couldn't get laid if they had a million dollars at a whore house.”

“Yikes!” You added, wanting to seem like you weren't weirded out and cause awkwardness again.

“Case in point! Lol!” Morgan said and you felt both anger, confusion and arousal.

“I can do just fine,” you texted.

“Dude, you couldn't even talk to me. Dream on.” Morgan said. “Some guys don't have it. Most of your buddies don't Bill. They can't even talk to hot girls! Half of them can't talk to me and look me in the eye.” This was making you mad, but her confidence was intoxicating. She was being an asshole with her confidence. Almost like Bill. She was right, many of your friends were so afraid of girls they couldn't look Morgan in the eye when she didn't act and dress this way. She called them wimps. What would they do now? Where you one of the “wimps”? It seemed so.

Morgan continued, “No, this is weirder. This isn't some losers who can't get laid and fuck their fists. It's your brothers and father!”

“My dad wants to bone you,” Bill added. This was true, as his dad had told you she was a “catch”.

“And his brothers,” you added, remembering they had all lusted after her.

“Gross dude,” Morgan said. “I'd rather not have a house filled with boned up Bill's! Lol!”

“Make them all jealous babe,” Bill said.

You watched them debate back and forth, until Morgan settled on a sun dress and some “moderate” heels. Sexy but not slutty. Then, Bill invited YOU. It was so crazy. You wanted to say yes, just to see it all, but declined.

Kate brought your attention back. “I guess Morgs is crashing at Bill's. We can go to her place and hang if you want?”

Oddly enough, that is what you did. You drove to Morgan's. Her car wasn't there. You almost hoped it would be. Kate walked to the front door. She said Morgan left a key under the mat. You had a key in your pocket. Kate went to retrieve the key, and you looked at her ass. So large, so fat, so much cottage cheese. Was this what made more sense for you?

The two of you went in. Kate went to the fridge. “Morgan said we can drink whatever,” she pulled out a bottle of wine and poured a glass. You went to get a beer. Did Kate come here without you? How did she know so much about this place?

You and Kate sat on the couch. Immediately, you noticed the panties on the floor. From earlier. They were under the table. Kate noticed them too. “Oh...gross....” she looked down. “There is like stuff on them.” She started laughing. “Morgan said your place is gross. Ha!” She kicked the panties. “She says her and Bill fuck like 6 times a day. Is that even possible?” You could confirm that, but you just shrugged.

It wasn't long before the two of you started to make out. You had your hands up her shirt. Her tits were large, you found, as you went under her bra. Were they bigger than Morgan's or was she just fat. You couldn't tell. It didn't help your cock, which wasn't exactly in the mood at this point. You had some luck, as Kate got up and went to the kitchen. You texted Bill what he was doing. He sent a picture back in the group message with Morgan. It was Morgan, in pink and blue striped long knee high socks, her feet bent back towards her ass covered in pink satin panties, She had white top on a controller in her hand. It was on Bill's bed. It made your cock come to life. Once again, she wasn't trying to be sexy. Just lying there playing what looked like Mario Kart. Yet, the fact it was Morgan, in Bill's bed, dressed like that drove you wild.

“Playing Mario Kart,” Bill said confirming you're guess.

Morgan added, “He's cheating! Lol!”

“Next game, if I win, I get a blowie! If you win, I'll go down on you!” Bill texted. Where they doing this to fuck with you? It didn't seem that way? This was just the norm with smart phones.

“Deal!” Morgan added. She then texted. “What are you doing sock stud?” Apparently, it was now an “in” joke. What made you mad was that it was her idea to put the sock in your pants.

“Working on it,” was all you said in the message.

“Whatever dude,” Morgan added to the conversation, “If you don't at least get blown we can't hang out with you.” Was that serious? What did she mean? This was YOUR girl, trying to get you a blowjob from a random fat girl.

You brought your attention back to Kate. She was texting too. “Morgs is so nervous about this family party with Bill.” Kate stated. You asked what that meant. “I guess she doesn't want to be too slutty.” Kate laughed. “I told her to wear some nice pants, and she FLIPPED out. I don't think that girl even HAS pants. HAHAHA! It's all skirts and dresses.”

“Yeah,” you said, mad that it wasn't the standard outfit with you. You went back to staring in Kate's eyes, and soon you kissed. You finally grabbed her hand and put it on your dick. She began to rub it. You remembered what Bill told you about “starting early” with things, and began to unzip your pants. She stopped you.

“I like you,” Kate said, “a lot, and I want to do more. But I need something more serious.”

“What do you mean?” You said.

“I want to be with you. You know. As your girlfriend,” she looked into your eyes. It was so insane. Morgan WAS your girlfriend. She had set this up. All you wanted was a blowjob.

“That's ok. I want that too,” is what you told her. Just wanting your dick sucked. You kissed her again. Now it was official, you told yourself. You know had a weekend girlfriend too. Would that make sense to Kate? What would she say during the week? At that point you didn't care.

It was as if you said the magic words. Kate's large head went down into your crotch. You felt her reach in and grab your cock. Then you felt her mouth close on your tip. She wasn't really skilled. Her teeth grinded your shaft, and she had no pressure. There was no use of her hands. This was nothing like a blowjob from Morgan. Or at least what you've seen her blowjobs look like. Your balls didn't want to give you the cum you so desperately needed to come out. Your phone was in your hand. It buzzed. You made sure she wasn't looking, and you opened the message. It was Morgan, no panties, still in the long socks, lying on the bed, controller in her hand, facing the TV. She had no panties on. Her legs in a diamond or heart shape on the bed. Her pussy exposed. Bill just wrote. “I lost!”.

The visual of your girlfriend waiting to be eaten out by the friend she hated, was all you needed, and you came in Kate's mouth immediately. She stopped sucking, and it ruined your orgasm. She began to cough and pulled off your dick, coughing up your cum onto the floor.

She ran to the kitchen, and grabbed some paper towels and scrubbed the floor as she repeated the words “Shit. Shit. Shit.” You told her it was fine. She still apologized. The two of you went to the deck to smoke. Kate sat in Morgan's seat from earlier. You saw the dried cum on the chair and the floor.

As you smoked, Kate talked about who knows what. You were happy. You got your dick sucked. Kate and you drank and kissed and talked about the week. You had no idea how to stop her from thinking you were together all the time. At one point, Kate got up to use the bathroom. Her phone on the table out on the deck. It was still open. No password needed. It buzzed. You picked it up. It was Morgan.

You looked at the conversation. “I sucked his dick!” Kate said.

“You slut! Lol!” Morgan just answered.

You scrolled back. Morgan was the one who did all this. She had texted Kate. “DON'T FUCKING TOUCH THAT DUDES COCK UNLESS HE GETS SERIOUS!” What did this all mean? Kate came back. You put the phone down. It buzzed and you saw a message from Morgan. “I told Bill you two would be fucking when we met you. Or dating. Stop you prude. You're PERFECT for each other. Trust me!” This was crazy, but it made your cock hard.

You and Kate decided it was time to leave. You drove her home. It was a long drive.

Bill texted you. “Are you coming tomorrow?” You told him you weren't.

Morgan sent a message in the group text. “YOU HAVE TO GO DUDE! DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING WITH HIS MOTHER!” It was so crazy. These people knew Morgan as YOUR girlfriend. What would it all mean and look like. It made you so hard.

“I don't think I can.” You sent.

Morgan sent a message that blew your mind. “Sex video for a promise to come to the party?”

You pulled the car over. What was she talking about? What did she mean? “Sex video of who?”

Morgan typed. “Me and Bill you dumbass. Kate's home and asleep. No one wants to see you fuck your hand dude!”

Bill added. “lol!”

You drove fast, your mind a whirl. Would this be a deal you made? You were home soon, pouring whiskey. Drunk as all hell. Then you texted. “Ok!”

A minute later, Morgan sent a video in the group message. You got in the bath, and then opened it. Morgan was on her hands and knees on Bill's bed. Still in the long pink and blue socks. Bill was behind her humping her brains out. He had the camera in his hand apparently. Or his phone. They were trying to do it quitely since Bill's parents were in the next room. You knew this from his stories of sex with girls. Now your girlfriend was in that room. Fucking Bill. She was moaning softly. “Cum on me,” she taunted Bill, “cum all over my back babe!”

Bill pulled out, and put his dick between Morgan's ass cheeks, all but fucking them. His dick started to spew cum. Once again, it went on her back. Then the back of her head, then his bed, and more on her back. A large pool formed on her back. You laughed, thinking he didn't have enough left to hit the wall. The video ended with Morgan turning to the camera. “I'm helping you cum right now in your hand. So you're coming to this party!” The video ended.

Her words were so sexual and naughty. It was all insane.

Morgan texted. “You fucking BETTER be there dude! Don't leave me hanging!”

What were you going to do?