I kissed him

Chandler hesitated, and started thinking aloud. It must have been because he was high. He usually doesn’t talk that much.

“Uh I don’t know. Give me a minute. Number one this hot girl seems really into me already, and I feel like I don’t need to do anything to impress her. Number two I don’t want to share her because I’m starting to like her. Number three I’ve never been in a threesome before and it’ll probably be really awkward. Number four the threesome would be with Joey who will probably push me to the side the first chance he gets, and fucks her alone. Number five…”

I couldn’t let him keep fucking going on. I took a big hit of the blunt, and then blew a could of smoke into his moving mouth. He started coughing, and I started kissing him. I wanted this threesome. I wanted her long legs on my shoulders while my balls slapped against her taint.

Chandler did not kiss back. He pulled away as my tongue licked into his mouth. Legs for Days arms wrapped around my shoulders, and pulled me away. She yelled, “Get off him!”

I stopped but the damage was done. A bedroom door opened, Ross stood there shirtless. He yelled, “What the hell is going on?”

Legs For Days replied, her arms still holding me back, “He’s trying to **** Chandler.”

From the bedroom a female voice says, “Oh my god, what!?” The sound of feet, and Rachel appeared in the door next to Ross. She wore flannel pajama pants, and a tight tank top that showed off the curves of her big tits. I strained to see if she was wearing a bra, scourging to see if I could see the shadow of a hard nipple.

Chandler said, “I was talking and it he started kissing me. He wouldn’t stop. He violated my mouth with his tongue.”

“Oh come on. He’s exaggerating,” I said trying to calm the situation.

Rachel screamed, “Oh my god he has a huge boner.”

I looked down to see I did have a big tent in my boxers. It wasn’t from Chandler. It was from my lust for Legs For Days. Chandler scooted away from me, and Legs For Days took some steps back.

Ross said, “Holy fuck dude. Look at yourself. You got a problem. Go upstairs and sleep with your girlfriend, and maybe we’ll forget this ever happened.”

I got aggressive, “Don’t call her my girlfriend. You know she’s not my girlfriend. I’m offended you’d call that slut my girlfriend.”

Rachel screamed, “No! No! No!” I looked at her. Then up from her jiggling tits to see that she wasn’t looking at me. She was pointing across the room.

I turned to see the Pretty Brunette at the bottom of the stairs, her face full of embarrassment and rage. She grabbed an empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s we had displayed on a bookshelf. She brandished it above her head and ran at it, aiming the square edge of the bottle at my head.

Chandler saved my life. He stopped her hand and took her down to the ground. He held her as she violently jerked and tried to get away. Her cousin came down to the floor, whispering and trying to get her to calm down. Her mantra was “The dirtbag is not worth it.”

Chandler finally let her up. She was sobbing as her cousin helped her up the stairs. I sat in the basement silently as I listened to their car start and then drive away. I never saw either of them again.

Rachel told Ross, “You’re friend is an asshole.” They closed the door, and went to bed.

I tried to apologize to Chandler, “Thanks for saving my skull there. And I’m sorry I kissed you.”

Chandler looked at me so sadly, “Dude. Everything was going so great with such a hot girl. I don’t know why you had to ruin it. Like you had just fucked. We heard you. It’s not like you were super horny or anything.”

“Yeah there’s no excuse. I didn’t think I was cockblocking you. I thought I was getting you your first threesome.” I didn’t want to admit how un-pure my motivations were.

“Whatever. Maybe everything doesn’t have to be about proving you have the biggest dick in the room.” He stood up and went into his room, leaving me alone.

Fuck. I was so unlucky at having a threesome.