May (F18), The First Week of the Virus

May was walking back home, her arms stuffed with various shopping bags. She had been an adult for a few months by this point, but she was still using her new independence to her full potential. She was back from yet another shopping spree at the local mall; she didn’t even want half the things she had bought. Heck, she’d gone to the sex store and bought a vibrator she knew she’d barely use, but that wasn’t the point. The point was she could, so she should. She was almost back to her street when suddenly she remembered something.

‘Shit!’ she thought, ‘I need to wish Trish a happy birthday!’

She pulled out her phone and opened Instagram. Trish had had her birthday party the day before; she was insistent that she wanted to spend her birthday with her boyfriend, so the friend group had spent the night before partying. May had left the night before, but had promised that she would wish Trish a happy birthday the next day.

May stood there for a while, waiting for Trish to finally pick up her call. She had almost given up, thinking Trish might still be in bed, when her video call was answered.

“Hey Trish, happy birth-” May began to speak before she realised what she was seeing through her phone. Long story short, Trish seemed to be taking full advantage of her adult status. She was lying down on her bed, fully nude, ass up as someone, also naked and presumably her boyfriend, was thrusting quickly in and out of her pussy. Trish’s eyes were rolled up in her head as she panted and moaned heavily.

“Girl, you know you don’t have to respond if you’re busy,” May stated bluntly. Trish giggled as her eyes moved and focused onto her phone-screen.

“Ohhh it you,” she said in broken English, “You sexy. Come here, fuck!”

“Are you proposing a threesome?!” May was shocked, “Trish, you know I’m not into stuff like that.”

Trish groaned, as if she was annoyed at May’s refusal.

“You come and suck tits,” she moaned, her left hand moving down and groping one of her breasts.

“Trish, look, stop it or I’m hanging up,” May spoke again, but Trish didn’t seem to care.

“Come here you make cum,” Trish groaned as May saw her boyfriend quicken his pace, “cum cum cum CUM CUM CUM CUM!”

May watched in disgust as she saw her friend moan and shake, obviously having just orgasmed.

“Trish, look, I’m hanging up now, I’ll see you later.” As May hung up she was unsettled. Trish had been joking about what she was going to do on her birthday for a while now, but it was unlike her to suggest a threesome; the two of them were the straightest girls around, and the two of them knew it. Not to mention, Trish was unnaturally pale, and toward the end … did her eyes turn white? May tried to shake it off, they’d have to discuss boundaries at some other point.

As she walked up to her front door, May knew she couldn’t deny that the call had left her a bit turned on though, at least a bit of her wished she was in Trish’s place.