Ignoring my phone call.

Ring Ring, Ring Ring. The person you are calling is unav-

I put the phone down. It's only been a few minutes since she said she was home. I'm sure she just jumped into the shower or is still unpacking her bags or something. I bury my face in my hands. Why is my heart beating so fucking fast? There is literally no chance that she is doing anything with someone else right now. I sigh into the quiet void of my dorm, I need to study and stop procrastinating.

Why hasn't she called me back? It's been almost 45 minutes now... I feel a familiar tightness in my chest, a familiar stirring in my loins. There's no way. I'm being ridiculous. Who could she be with, Ari?? Of course not.

...

Ring Ring, Ring Ring Ri-

Finally. An answer.

"Huh? Ari?"

Her smug voice echoes through, "Mmmhmmm."

A frown pushes my eyebrows down, "Where's Vi? Why do you have her phone?"

She laughs sharply. Cruelly. "Bitch, why are _you _calling? If a girl doesn't answer a phone is it not clear that she's busy?"

I sit up in my chair, I close my laptop, I finally realize that her voice is low. Quiet. Dangerous. Whispering, the BPM in my chest starts to rise ever so slowly. "Busy? With... what?"

Her voice is a syrupy, smooth flavor of cruel, "Well. She's just a petite little lady right? So she needed a big strong man to carry her bags up to our dorm room, how fortunate a big strong man like Max was around to help."

I bite my knuckle nervously.

"I could, of course feel the tension in the room. They sat down to chat for a bit, but I could see it. The insane way they were eye fucking each other. Now, I'm no cock block so I went into the bathroom to have myself a little bath."

I'm sure Ari can hear my heart beat through Vi's phone's speaker.

"I can see it all, Erik." She hears my suppressed groan and giggles harshly. "As soon as I left she climbed into his lap, started to grind her hips slowly. Talking about how she wanted to thank him for his chivalry." She doesn't bother to slow down. "She was pushing herself onto him like a little needy slut, he pulled her shirt off and started to suck on those beautiful tits. She has such a nice pair doesn't she?"

I groan out a strained response, "Yes."

She giggles again, her voice still quiet and dangerous, "She moaned into his ear, saying that they have to be careful, she doesn't want me to find them in this position. He said he didn't care, that I could join them."

"Are you going to?" I groan out, my hand palming the hard tent in my shorts.

"We'll see. But you know her, she is insatiable. She paused and was just like, fuck it. She couldn't handle her own teasing. She pulled his shorts down just a bit and fished his cock out. She ripped those soccer shorts of yours she wears all the time, and just tossed them to the side. Fucking hell Erik he slid right in, no resistance at all, Vi had to cover her mouth with her hand to hold herself back."

I croak out a dry, **** croak, "Ari..."

"Poor little cuck. I don't think this is just your fetish anymore. I think Vi is just using it as an excuse to get the dick she really needs. This isn't her being playful, hell I doubt she'll even tell you about this. She is fucking ****, I bet she doesn't move the way shes moving for you. You should hear her. Calling him a real man. Telling him how good it feels to have a cock inside her attached to a man that's actually impressive." She giggles. "She must've told him that she's cheating on you with him. Because he's playing into it, he's talking about how much hotter Vi is than his girlfriend."

My vision blurs. Is she... just fully cheating? Where is the line? Fuck, I can't deny the stiffness stealing the blood from the rest of my body.

"Want me to record it?"

I don't hesitate. It's on instinct. That submissive, pathetic part of me taking full control. "Please. I need it Ari."

She laughs, "Fucking bitch. I'll do it if you do this for me; Send me a picture of your cock, I want to see it and your pathetic cum, jerking off to the idea of your girl not indulging your fetish. But cucking you for real."

I'm on complete autopilot. Her mocking giggles as she describes the images in front of her eyes, my hand cold as I stroke myself furiously. It doesn't take long. I look at the mess I made in my hand as I snap a picture and send it to Ari's phone as instructed.

The beginning of her laugh echoes before the line cuts. I'm left in my shameful silence. I stare at the messages between Ari and me. Waiting for a message to be received.

Finally.

I frown in confusion. She's sent me a media message but it's just an image. It loads in front of me and my heart is filled with conflicting emotions. Confusion and love for my beautiful, peacefully sleeping girlfriend. Her mouth open, her head back, a blanket half across her body, almost like she collapsed into the bed after a long weekend and drive...

Ding.

I close the image and read the message.

"She passed out the second she got home, dumbass. Thx for the pic cucky ;)