Night out! You become one of the "boys"!

Ok. This is one of my last chapters. I know not everyone likes this POV. I do it because it turns me on personally to think if I were the "ex" watching Morgan grow sexually I'd love the humiliation. So bear with me. I know that if my girl started to act like this and dress like this, then I'd turn into one of the awkward friends who couldn't even talk to her.

You fell asleep in your gaming chair, cock in hand still. There was crust from all the cum that came out the night before. You smacked your lips, and your head ached. You had drank too much last night. Last night? Holy fuck, you shot up, please, please, you told yourself, let it all have been a dream. But your phone was already blinking blue, which meant messages.

You picked up your phone. It was the same group text with Bill, Sean, Bradley, and yourself.

You saw a video, it was dark, but there was more conversation above that, so you scrolled up first. You found where you left off the night before, and saw all the pictures. It wasn't a dream. It was now a nightmare, but you couldn't deny your cock now waking in the morning. You remembered the bet, and as if confirming, this too, was not a dream, Bill had started a text early.

“Get ready for tonight boys.” Bill stated. “I know clubbing isn't our thing, but now we got girls with us.”

Bradley added, “Who else is going,”

“Morgan's friend Kate.” Bill said.

Sean added seconds later, “Is she hot.”

Bill texted. “Lol! She's taken by the other guy on this chat. But don't worry, Morgan says she's going to get you guys laid.”

Bradley seemed astounded. “SHE is going to help US?”

This is when you got to the video. You pressed play. It was Morgan standing in Bill's bathroom. Or more like his parents. Looks like she slept over. Again. You wondered how welcome she was with the family, but you already knew they considered her Bill's girlfriend. You'd been to the family party.

Morgan was smiling, she wore a tight red top, that was see-through. She had on pink yoga pants that hugged her amazing curves. So much for her being modest, you thought. She was laughing. “Leave it to sexy little Morgan to help Bill's loser buddies get laid,” she said in a sing song manner.

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It must have been Bill taking the video. Morgan's words echoed off the wall. “I'm just messing with you little freaks. I'll help you get laid.”

She sat down on the toilet and looked at the camera. “BUUUUUT.....I need the three of you. ALL THREE OF YOU.” She said with stern eyes, and you suspected that sentence was for you, “to flog that dolphin.” She made a jerk off motion with her hands. “I mean it. **** THAT CHICKEN BOYS!”

She wrapped the toilet paper around her neck jokingly.

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She stood back up. “I'm not kidding, you boys tend to be all worked up. GET IT OUT!” She then looked to the person off camera, you knew had to be Bill. A hand reached out and grabbed her shirt.

“I'll take care of this asshole.” She smirked and ended with “you guys deal with yourselves.”

The video went dead, but Sean wasn't having it.

“You ended it at the best part,” he remarked.

It wasn't for several minutes before Bill responded. But he texted. “The best part just happened....”

He sent a pic that floored you....

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It was his long cock, Morgan's mouth on the end of it. Cum dribbling out into her mouth. The worst part was she was looking right at the camera. You looked at Bill's cock. It was long, and hard. You were shocked and felt flush red realizing it was now three to four inches longer than yours hard. Or so it looked. You knew he took his father's Viagra, and some other supplements from gas stations as performance enhancers. You were seeing the “enhancing” effects. Is that what Morgan saw in him now? You wondered initially if he was a loser, now you thought maybe he was a genius.

That's when you realized, Morgan was a part of the group text. She had added her own message.

“Bill's done boys. Work on YOU!”

That was all from that group text.

Now there was another. It was the one with Morgan, Bill and only you. There was two messages dated today. “We are all going to meet at your place,” Morgan said. “Me and Janelle will come by this afternoon to get ready. GET BEER AND LIQOUR!”

The other message simply read. “The couch is ours!” It was again from Morgan.

You looked over and memories of last year began to flood your head at those words. It was a strange deja-vu....

One year ago....

Bill was again crashing at your house, and Morgan was pissed. She had on a knee-length skirt, some modest three inch sandal heels, and a turquoise top that showed a little cleavage actually. Not the norm for her. But you didn't mind. Bill had been hitting on her all night, while your friends hadn't even talked to her. You told her he was harmless.

Now you sat with Bill on the couch watching TV and drinking beers. Your roommates as usual were not home, and wouldn't be for days. It was the weekend. They were always gone. Morgan was walking around in the kitchen. Her heels clicked. Bill sipped his beer and looked down at the last seat cushion. “WHAT IS THIS?” He commented. He stood up and bent down to inspect. He brought out his black-light. “You know this is MY couch,” he said. He was referring to stupid childhood rules again, where you had to ask permission to fuck were a buddy had already fucked. If you didn't get permission, you might end up paying a month of drinks, or getting punched a bunch of times. “Is this cum....did you two....”

You were scared, as you knew Bill was a stickler for these rules. It was his thing. He never let up about it. He had fucked several girls on that couch, mainly fat ones, but he claimed it as his own. He slept on it whenever he crashed at your apartment.

“We didn't,” Morgan laughed, coming in the room, and sitting down and crossing her legs. There was a strange sarcasm to her voice. “I don't even want to sit on that couch after knowing what you've done on it.”

This made you laugh, and Bill did too. He elbowed you, “I trust her. Not you.” He looked at you. “YOU still have to ask permission.”

Morgan was flipping through her phone. “We're not asking permission to fuck on that couch Bill.”

Bill smiled over to Morgan who wasn't even looking at him. “You don't have to ask permission babe if you join me!” He patted the seat to his other side were you weren't sitting.

“SERIOUSLY?” She gave you a look. “You let him talk to me that way. Right in front of you?” She huffed and got up, uncrossing her legs, Bill leaned over to get a look up, and you both could see turquoise panties. It turned you on, knowing you'd get to see them later. They were see-through in some places, and you worried Bill had SEEN through. She walked away to the kitchen.

“DAMN!” Bill said, sitting down and adjusting his dick. “I'll get her.”

You pushed him. “Thanks jerk.” You said and sat in the single seat Morgan had left. You chugged your beer and changed the conversation to sports.

Morgan came back out drinking what looked like a large glass of Vodka and cranberry. She looked to see you sitting in her seat. Bill smiled and patted the seat next to him.

“I'm not joining you on that couch Bill, I'm not one of those sluts that joins you on that couch.” She stood looking at the TV, seemingly annoyed.

“I know, I know Morgan,” he chuckled, chugging his beer. He was drunk. “You're not a slut. Your the girl next door.”

Morgan did something that she had never done before. She bent down and gave Bill the oddest look. It was almost seductive. “That's were your wrong you asshole. I can be a slut,” she said with a smile. “I can be the biggest slut.” She looked at her fingernails. “Girl next door, try WHORE next door.” She then leaned down on the coffee table even more, and you were sure Bill was getting an eye-full of her cleavage as her arms inadvertently pushed her boobs up and together. She pointed to the couch. “If I join you on that couch you would NEVER even think of another slut. I'd be the SLUT of your dreams.” She laughed and gave him another sultry look. “But girls like me.” She looked down at her breasts. “As hot as me.” She smiled looking at herself. She looked back at him, “We don't fuck losers.”

She then shot up and sat in your lap, her ass rubbing your hard cock. “AND...” she stressed, “I'm only a slut for my man,” she said sipping her drink, and turning her attention to the TV. “Only for the guy I date.”

You watched Bill adjust his pants. A few minutes later, Morgan grabbed your hand. She led you upstairs and laid you on your bed. She pulled your cock out and sucked you hard and fast. It was amazing. She then pulled her see-through panties down and straddled you, still holding your cock. She grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on your dick. Something she never did. She began to ride you, and didn't waste time with the pace. She was wetter than you remember. “FUCK ME BABY!” She was screaming. “FUCK YOUR SLUT!” She cooed in a way you'd never heard. It didn't take long for you to cum. You grabbed her hips and grunted.

She smiled down. “Told you,” she said kissing your forehead. She rolled off you, and you heard Bill call up. “HEY YOU NEED HELP UP THERE!”

“FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Morgan sighed. The two of you fell asleep quick.

About a week later you were on the couch drinking a beer. Morgan was in her green short shorts. She was walking back and forth, and her ass caught your eyes. You rubbed her legs. She fell towards you with a whimper and a smile. “What's gotten into you,” she rubbed your hair.

You were caressing the back of her long legs. You grabbed her ass cheeks from behind. Morgan fell forward her knees touching the couch now. “Ugh...can we at least have sex in the bathroom, or the kitchen. I don't want to fuck on this couch.”

You nodded and laughed, “Yeah, we'd have to ask Bill for permission anyways.”

Morgan stood up. She crossed her arms in an angry stance. “You don't need to ask permission from that ass. We can have sex where we want. He wouldn't even find out.” She stopped and had a look as if a light bulb went off. What are you like afraid of him?”

“What no,” you told her defending you honor. “You know how much of an ass he can be with that. With the black-light and all.” You tried to feign a laugh. “You know how much he uh....does....on this couch.”

“Fucking right I do,” she gave you a look. “I'm the one that has to clean all his shit up after his sluts are over. You shouldn't let him do that.”

“He's my buddy. We share like that.” You picked up your beer, not gazing back at Morgan. “Besides, I'd end up owing him a month of beers. That's a lot. But its not a big deal. He won't find out anyways.” You tried to reach for her in a sexual manner, but she hit your arms away.

Morgan was still looking at you sternly. “Have you paid up for not asking permission before?”

You sighed and nodded, “Uh yeah, back at my parents place on that couch. I had to pay him beers for a month,” you still were not looking at her. She seemed so mean, and yet your cock was so hard.

“Did he kick your ass?” Morgan laughed.

You finally looked at her, your face flush. He hadn't but he hit your arm a bunch. “What? No?”

“You've never fought him,” she continued her line of questioning.

“Well, I mean we've rolled around. Got mad drunk and stuff. Kids fighting.”

Morgan surprised you with her words. “Who won?”

“Nobody! It isn't like that with buds.”

She gave you a the most accusing gaze. “That's what people say when they get their asses kicked.”

“No way,” you waved her off, chugging your beer now. “It's not like that. We just roll around. Everyone of us does it. We get drunk. Fight. Tussle. Then its over.”

Morgan looked at you. “Does Bill end up on top of you? When you...uh...tussle.”

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You looked at her. She wanted a response. “Sometimes.”

She then broke out in a laugh. “Sounds like you get your ass kicked.”

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She began to undress. “If its not a big deal. If you don't really care.” She got completely naked, and moved you to the side. “Fuck me right now!”

You stood up, and all but jumped from the couch. She began to maneuver herself to display her wonderful body to you. It got you hard as a rock.

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She kept glaring at you, never breaking eye contact. “Well,” she said, “lets go 'stud'.” Her words were almost mocking. You wanted to jump on her. Jump in her. But you didn't move.

Morgan grabbed her clothes and covered herself. “You should ask Bill for permission.”

Why the sudden change. You sat next to her, but she scooted away. “Nah...seriously...ask permission.” The sudden change was confusing, but you sensed it was because she thought you were afraid. Were you? From that moment on, she refused to have sex even in that room. She insisted you ask Bill. Which you never did.

Present day....

Now you stared at that couch. The world. Your life. Her life. Bill's life. It had all changed. You got hard just looking at the couch. Your mind wandered to the idea that you'd soon have to ask Bill AND Morgan for permission to fuck on the couch. The rule went further, that the dirtiest of sex acts trumped any claim to ownership. If you could out fuck the previous owner, you'd get the permission rights. You thought about bringing Kate to the couch before you went out. What could you do?

You thought the whole time about a plan, as you got a thirty pack of bud-light and a bottle of Vodka and a bottle of Tequila. Morgan's orders.

You had a plan you thought as you turned down your street, you would invite Kate over first, and then you'd...

Your plan was dead the minute you saw Morgan and Kate waiting on the small second floor porch where your side door was. Morgan was tapping her watch.

You greeted them. Morgan got a hug, and you leaned in too close, so she backed away with a disgusted look. Then you kissed Kate as deeply as you could to cover your mistake. Morgan grabbed the tequila and walked passed you into the kitchen when you opened the door. “We'll be upstairs,” she commanded. “Don't bother us.”

You let them go to your room with their bags, where there was a full length mirror. You noted how Morgan moved like she owned the place. Did Kate notice her familiarity? You began to drink beers and were getting drunk REALLY early. You wanted to go upstairs, but Morgan's words hung in your mind. You decided to check on them.

You knocked on your own door, politely. Morgan appeared. She saw you an buttoned her shirt up.

“What....can I help you”

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You didn't know what to say. “Uh....is..is Kate ready?”

Morgan shot you a look. “She will be perv. Wait!” She slammed the door.

You went downstairs, and were about to sit on the couch, but you stopped yourself. You couldn't bring yourself to it. You sat in one of the single seats. You got a text from Kate.

“Coming down in a minute. Morgan is going to be longer. We have matching dresses kind of. She can't fit in hers. She's pissed. Don't say a word.”

You waited and paced. Then a half hour later, Kate came down. She had on a black tight dress. It had cuts on the sides. She did a little twirl and a pose. She had wet hair and a sultry look. For the first time, you had to admit, you were attracted to her in that black dress. Even though her folds could be seen. She had on gray heels. She looked damn good in that moment.

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You walked up to her and grabbed her and kissed her. Your hands went around cupping her large ass. “Damn babe,” you ogled her. You kissed her deeply, and your cock actually twitched for Kate for once.

Kate looked over to the couch. “Morgan will be a bit, and the boys even longer. You wanna....”

Your heart sank. You felt sweaty and nervous. You couldn't go on that couch. “No...not right now.”

Fifteen minutes later, Sean and Bradley showed up. Both had on nice dress shirts. You grabbed them a beer.

“You must be Sean,” Kate shook his hand, and then Bradley. “And Brad.”

“Bradley,” your shorter friend corrected her.

Kate told them she'd heard so much about them. Kate got up to get a round for everyone. Sean nudged you. “Alright buddy. Didn't know you like them...ummm....curvy.”

Bradley nodded. “She's cute dude.”

Bill showed up about fifteen minutes later. “Where's my girl?” He asked grabbing a beer. You watched as he went to the couch. You, Sean and Bradley had not sat on the couch. It was an unspoken rule. Kate was sipping her Vodka drink.

“Right here,” you heard from the staircase. Morgan walked down and you got an immediate frog in your throat. If you couldn't say anything, neither could your buddies Sean and Bradley. You thought you heard Sean say “DAMN” under his breath.

Morgan had on a similar dress, but it was far more seductive. More slits, tighter, shinier, and it looked painted on her tight body. She looked like a model. Like a Goddess.

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“Boys”, she nodded, walking by the three of you. Your cock began to push the limits of your slacks. You wished you hadn't worn pants this tight. You looked down as she walked by, and noted how Bradley's own bulge, followed by Sean's began to appear. The three of you were all but saluting this utter knock-out, whose legs went all the way down to her black high-heels. No one said a word, as she went to the mirror. “It doesn't fit.”

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She looked at herself in the mirror on the wall. Adjusting the best she could as the shiny black material rode up he small ass.

“You look great,” Kate laughed and got up, helping Morgan with her hair.

Bill winked at the three of you and slapped Morgan's ass. “Looks fucking fine to me babe.” He said and walked to the kitchen for another beer.

The three of you stood motionless gawking at Morgan. You didn't want to make it obvious, but how could you not. How could Bill compose himself. Did Kate know how she made your cock so hard so quick?

Bill brought back beers. You all still stood, as Morgan took a seat next to Bill on the couch. She was “joining” him. After all these years. She was sipping Bill's beer, and he began to talk sports. It seemed to break the ice. Kate patted the armrest next to her and you sat. The group chatted. Or at least, Morgan, Bill, and Kate chatted. Sean, Bradley, and yourself only added to conversations directly with Bill, or Kate, but never Morgan.

That's when Kate said she wanted a smoke. You agreed, as did Sean and Bradley. You left Morgan in that dress with Bill on the couch. You went outside, and down the staircase to sit in the chairs under the stairs and smoke. It was the smoking spot, allowed by your landlord. You just had to keep it clean.

You were all but pacing. You didn't address the elephant in the room. Though, now that you looked at Kate, you thought of her as such. You excused yourself and said you had to pee.

You raced upstairs, assured that Sean, Kate and Bradley were engaged in conversation. They had NO problem talking to Kate. You opened the door slowly, trying not to make a noise. You walked almost on your tip-toes trying now to have your shoes squeak. You looked into the living room. No one was there. You heard a commotion from your roommates room. It was the only one on this floor. Your roommate was NOT home. You knew this. So you peered through the door.

Morgan was on her hands and knees. Bill's cock was out. “You better be fucking quick!” Morgan pointed up at him. “And let me know when you're ready.”

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Morgan took your friend's mushroom shaped cockhead into her mouth. Right there on your roommates floor. She had talked about disrespect from Bill in this apartment for years, and there she was in a slutty dress, on her hands and knees, sucking that very asshole off. In your roommates room. Clothes and stuff were strewn about the room. It looked like a homeless persons place. No one had been in there in a while. It was obvious. Your roommate only came to get clothes.

Morgan stopped and looked up. “Don't you DARE cum on this dress.”

Bill agreed. “I won't babe. You just look so fucking hot!” He moaned as your girlfriend's mouth slid over his cock. It disappeared inch by inch down her mouth, and then she pulled back. She pushed forward again quickly, and began pumping her mouth over his dick. “I’m fucking the hottest bitch around.” Bill kept saying. “I'm fucking the hottest bitch around.” In that moment, you had to agree.

Morgan moaned, “Mmmmm....yeah you are baby,” she said licking his cockhead. “Your the stud getting his dick sucked by the hot girl.”

This wasn't your Morgan. This was the whore she spoke of long ago. And you were NOT her boyfriend right then. Were you ever this girl's boyfriend. You doubted it.

Bill pushed his hips forward in an instant. It was only a minute. A rope of white foamy cum appeared on his dick as Morgan's mouth pulled back, and then it was gone, as her mouth came slowly back over his dick. The TV volume was not on, and all you heard was the swallowing. Your cock was hard and erect in your slacks once again. It dripped as you watched Morgan's throat move as she was no doubt swallowing. A moment later she pulled off his cock. Cum all inside her mouth she tried to speak.

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“How can you cum so much you ass,” she pushed his hips. “We had sex all morning!”

Bill zipped his pants. “Fucking the hottest bitch does that too you.”

Morgan stood up, pulling the black dress down. “Did you even get them to jerk off?” She seemed angry.

“I thought they did,” Bill said adjusting his jeans. Nope, he hadn't dressed well again. They looked such an odd couple, her in that dress, and Bill in a black colored shirt and jeans, with black boots. She didn't seem to care.

“Did you see their fucking erections. It was ridiculous.” She adjusted her hair in the mirror in the room. “They won't get chicks like that. And I don't want to be around your three boned up freak friends.”Her last line dug into your brain. She referred to you as Bill's “friend”. Categorized you with the others. "I'm not going to be the pin-up jerk off girl all the time for your loser friends Bill." She blew out a big breath. "These guys NEED to get laid and off their videogames and fantasy sports!" You were pissed about that last jab, as you loved fantasy. You had a little league trophy of a guy on the couch. A bald guy. One she used to call "Bill". It was your reward for overall excellence. You came in first in fantasy baseball, second in fantasy football, and first in your first person shooter tournament you had with your buddies.

"They're fine," Bill said grabbing her hips and kissing her neck.

Morgan looked at him in the mirror. "I don't want them spanking it to me everyday Bill!" You didn't spank it to her everyday. Ok, maybe once or twice a day.

"I don't think they do everyday!" Bill laughed, running his hand up the bottom of her dress.

"Yeah. They do. You don't help it." She said. She leaned back and turned and kissed him. "Stop sending them pics of me. They're like addicts."

The talk was pissing you off. Even if it was true. You walked slowly back as Bill agreed to "dial it back".

You went slowly back towards the bathroom. Your group from outside came in just as you were at the door. It looked like you were finishing up. Kate needed to use the bathroom next and you let her through. The three of you walked back to the living room. Morgan was sitting close to Bill on the couch. Her legs almost draped over his. They were sharing a beer.

The three “freak friends” as you were now thought of, in your own mind as well as Morgan's, just stood quietly. Kate finally came back, and the drinking began. The “freaks”, you included, still hadn't talked to Morgan once.

At one point, Bill got up to grab a cigarette. Sean and Bradley joined him. You stayed with the girls. Morgan stood up and looked in the mirror. Kate said she needed to use the bathroom, and you suddenly felt flush. Your heart raced. You were soon alone with Morgan. Still unable to speak, just looking at her up and down. Unable to even form a sentence in the presence of your own girlfriend. She looked so sexy and so mature, so much like the hot girls at bars that you never even could talk to. You felt downright awkward. You weren’t the only one.

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She turned back to you, “Are you going to just stand there and stare you fucking pervert?” She adjusted her hair. “You're making me feel uncomfortable.”

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She finally sighed, and turned to you. “Let's just say it right now. GET IT OUT OF YOUR HEAD!”

You wanted to say “what?” to her comment, unsure of what she meant. Yet, you still stood, staring not saying a word, your cock standing once again at attention gawking your own girl.

“You're with KATE now. Enjoy her. She looks good.” She then look down at your crotch and shook her head. She bent down on the table, in the same manner she had a year ago. Her breasts pushing together. This time her back was facing the mirror, which wasn't there a year ago. You could see her pert ass cheeks, and the dress ride up. You saw the small indication of red panties. Your cock burned at the site in the mirror. She shot a glance back, and adjusted giving you a look of disgust. “But girls like me.” She then looked down at her breasts. “As hot as me.” She smiled looking at herself again with confidence. She looked back at you, “We don't fuck losers.” She stood up, after saying the same speech she had given Bill so long ago, and didn't bat and eyelash. You were hard as a rock at her confidence. Is this how Bill had felt. So low, but so turned on at the same time.

“Right now I'm so out of your league your not even playing the same game dude!” She smirked and went back to fixing her make-up. “So fuck your fist, or fuck your girl. Just get rid of that sad thing in your pants.”

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She laughed and again turned back to you. “I think we've like had a similar conversation before.” She looked over to the couch. “I told you I can be the WHORE next DOOR dude. Just not for you. Just for my man. The guy I date.” She walked by and shook her head. “Right now that is CERTIANLY.....DEFINATELY NOT YOU!”

She left you there standing like a little boy. You wanted to run upstairs and do exactly as she said. Fuck your fist. Instead, Kate joined her in the kitchen. Bill and your buddies soon after. It was time to go. You all got into two cars. Kate drove Morgan and Bill. You agreed to jump in with your other friends.

The minute you were alone, Sean stated the obvious. “HOLY FUCK MORGAN IS HOT!” He said as Bradley drove.

“I know,” Bradley added. “I thought she could be, but I never thought like that. I've never seen her or any girl we hang out with dress like that.” He didn't seem to even acknowledge your presence.

“Did you guys jerk off like she said?” Sean asked. “I did!”

“Yeah,” Bradley answered. “Big time.”

They looked back at you. You waited a few seconds. “I didn't get the chance.”

“THAT DRESS MAN!” Sean added. “I can't concentrate on anything else.”

“Me either.” Bradley stated. They were talking about her as always, big when she wasn't around, but unable to speak when she was. They went over how hot her legs were, how tight the dress was, the heels she wore. Not once did they mention Kate. “She had to adjust her boobs once in that dress I saw the whole thing,” Bradley stated looking back in remembrance. You

“I saw her lift her leg up before we left and adjust her heels.” Sean said with a weird cocky smile as if he had won something. They were debating who “saw” what. Like it was a prize.

Something told you to speak up. “No lie,” you said, “when you guys were smoking she leaned over and I saw her panties.”

“NO SHIT!” They looked back envious.

You nodded. “Yup. Fucking hot as fuck. I can't even see the outline.”

“Me EITHER DUDE!” Bradley stated.

You spent the drive debating how hot she was, and who saw what, and taking each glimpse of her body as a badge of honor. Who saw the most, seemed to be the name of the game. It felt so odd at first, as you were now talking about her as they did, like something unattainable. You were trading sad stories just like they had for years. Like a group of guys who didn't even know how to speak to a woman like Morgan. Were you one of them now? With your own girl?

But as the conversation went on, you found yourself getting caught up in the way they discussed her. Bradley talked about getting a great whiff of her when she walked by.

“I still saw her panties,” you added with a confident smile.

“She did get me a bunch of beers,” Sean said.

“You didn't even say THANK YOU! At least I did,” you laughed. They were the only words you spoke to her all night. "Also....I saw her panties." It shut Sean down, and he knew it.

"OHHHHHH SHIT!" Bradley taunted giving you the point.

For some reason, you were having a blast joining in this strange game of one-ups-man-ship. Clearly you were ahead. Add to that, you still had one thing to hold over them. One thing you hadn't mentioned. You waited. Knowing it would win you the gawking belt. Not once had Kate come up.

You were all talking like guys who could never touch a girl like Morgan, even though there was a time you had touched her. It seemed like so long ago, and this girl who you were all eye-fucking uncomfortably all night was certainly not the girl you dated. So it felt fitting to talk about her in this manner now.

“Did you see her cross her legs on the couch,” Sean said. “I think I got a look then.”

You laughed. “Ok dude,” you rolled your eyes at his obvious reach. “Then what color were they?”

“DAMMMNNN!” Bradley taunted again from the front seat pretending to “drop the mike”.

“Black.” Sean said quickly. But he was wrong.

“Red dude. They're red.” You shook you head. You knew the truth.

Sean just shrugged. “Whatever. Her legs are amazing. I was checking them out the whole time. And that little ass.”

You leaned forward. “I saw her panties dude.” Now you were taunting. This game was too much fun.

“OHHHHH SNAP!” Bradley was not missing a beat.

But you felt bad and wanted to put you all on the same level. Even keel. “Did you guys see when she came down the stairs and was all “boys” and walked by us!”

Sean looked back. “I FUCKING KNOW DUDE! SHE WAS SWAYING THAT ASS! SHE WANTED US TO SEE IT AND LOOK!”

“I know right,” you said confirming his excitement. “She wanted that.”

“We were all fucking boned up. It was hilarious!” Bradley snickered.

“Yeah we were,” you added feeling more comfortable about the moment. “Why wasn't Bill? What's that about?”

Bradley stated the obvious, and it brought you all down. “Because he's fucking her.” It went quite.

“Bill's a lucky fucker!” Sean said with a smile and a shake of the head.

All you could think about was that the moment had presented itself to lay your cards down, showing your straight flush. You once again wanted to lord what you saw over them. “Bill already got head from her.” Head, being slang for blow-jobs. Sean swerved the car, and stopped on the side of the road.

“NO FUCKING WAY! WHERE? WHEN?” Sean stated, refusing to move the car.

So with a wry smile, you relayed your story. “When you guys were smoking, I heard them in my roommates room. Morgan was right there, on her knees in that fucking dress, sucking his cock.”

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Sean's eyes were wide.

Bradley hesitated. Then he spoke, nervously. “Did he...did he cum.”

You and Sean looked at one another, as if the answer had to be spoken and you both laughed. You slapped Bradley's back. “OF COURSE HE DID!” You laughed.

“IT'S FUCKING BILL!” Sean shook his head and started the car.

You finished your tale, letting the less experienced guy know the sordid details, “she had cum all over her mouth. She couldn't swallow it all.”

“Fucking Bill,” Bradley chortled.

You sat back with confidence. Almost like you were king of the nerds. “They're staying on my couch,” you said with another hint of bravado and pride. “probably fuck all night. I know I would.”

“Got that right,” Sean said.