Part 3: You finally get laid!

Finally some sex! I know it has been slow, but I like the build up!

The four of you walked out of the bar as it closed. You walked to Bill’s car. As you and Janelle moved to the back seat doors, Morgan stopped you. “No way!” She said in her southern twang. “Bill is WAY too drunk,” she blinked her eyes, “can you drive please.” You gave her a look. “PLEASE!” She pleaded. You grabbed the keys. As you entered the front driver seat, Morgan opened the passenger door. Luckily, she’d drive up here. Then she crushed those hopes, when she motioned for Janellle to get in. “Ladies first,” she hiccupped then jumped in the backseat right next to Bill.

The car ride home was a nightmare. You kept trying to listen to the conversation in the back, but Janelle kept pushing you for information. You adjusted the rear view mirror, to see Morgan’s right leg dangling over Bill’s legs. His hands were rubbing her outer thigh, under the skirt. They were kissing like it was high-school. You heard whispering. As had been the M.O. for the night, Morgan told him to stop, then said “Ok don’t” and laughed.

When you got back to your house, you offered the group drinks. You felt like an ass catering to all this, but you just couldn’t stop it. Something in you was more than just afraid of what would happen. You came downstairs and Bill was sitting on the couch. Morgan was talking with Janelle.

“I knew it,” she said looking at the pictures. “He has a girlfriend,” she squinted at the picture. Did she know?

Morgan went into crisis mode. “She’s not even here,” she put the picture face down, and from what I hear she’s a prude!” She was talking about her fucking self! She continued, “I hear he hasn’t got laid in weeks!”

You came down and gave them all drinks. “Anyone want to play pool?” You asked.

Morgan sat down right on Bill’s lap, her legs dangling over the side. “I think we’re good, you guys have fun,” she grabbed the remote from Bill, and began changing the channel.

“So how long you been dating her?” Janelle asked.

You weren’t even paying attention to Janelle, you watched Morgan and Bill fight over what to watch. “About a year and a half.”

“Bet you twenty bucks I can win!” Janelle said hitting the break. You turned your head away from what was going on the couch, however, out of the corner of your eye you watched. If this is what Morgan wanted to see, you’d show her. That’s what you told yourself. But as you flirted with Janelle, the pudgy faced girl, not even a glance came your way. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see they were no longer talking. Instead, they were making out once again. This time it was hot and heavy. You chatted with Janelle more, trying to not think about what was happening on the couch. But as you got on the other side of the table, you could see Morgan was on her back, and Bill as on top of her on the couch. They were kissing and whispering. “Stop!” You heard Morgan moan softly. Then, of course, “Ok don’t!” followed, as well by giggling. You went around the table to take another shot. You sunk the ball. You lined up another shot. You heard a sound like a zipper being worked from behind. You then came back to the other side. Now Morgan’s left leg was around his right leg. You could hear the couch begin to creak. You pretended not to pay attention, but you could see Bill’s hips moving up and down, causing the couch to creak. Were they fucking right there? In front of you!

Janelle seemed to sense it too, she grabbed you arm. “Let’s go have a smoke outside,” she pulled you towards the back door. You turned back to the couch. All you could see was Morgan’s heel clad foot in the air. The couch seemed like it was breaking.

Janelle pulled you outside and closed the door. The door had a window, and you could see Morgan’s toes curl. It was all you could see. “They’re cute!” Janelle lit a cigarette and then actually handed it to you. She lit her own as well.

“They’re being inappropriate.” You said finally turning away.

Janelle laughed, “They’re just young and in love.” She said taking a drag. She blew the smoke into the night air. “You have a nice place,” she added. You began to turn your head back and Janelle put her hand on your face. “Stop! You’re the one who is inappropriate.”

You stopped in your tracks. You looked at her. She was cute, but not hot. “What?”

“You’re clearly into Morgan!” She sighed and looked off into the yard. "You can't keep your eyes off them. Off her." She laughed. “I don’t think they notice though. So don’t worry.”

“I’m not….I don’t….” you weren’t sure what to say.

Janelle shrugged, “It’s fine. She’s gorgeous. I get it. I wish I looked like that!”

You actually felt bad for this girl. You had dragged her along all night and had treated her poorly. “You’re a pretty girl Janelle.”

“Thanks,” she smirked. “But I don’t need the confidence boost.” She looked at you, “Listen, I need to use the bathroom, but I don’t want to go back through there!” You understood, and pointed to the stairs up the deck to the second floor. There was a bathroom upstairs. She put her cigarette out and left you alone. For the first time in minutes, you felt safe to turn and check on Morgan and Bill. They were both standing up on the other side of the couch. Morgan was adjusting her skirt. Somehow, her hair and make-up was in tact, save for the lipstick that was all over her mouth. It was also all over Bill’s mouth, and cheeks and neck. He was zipping up his pants. They were pointing outside and you turned quickly to avoid them noticing.

Bill came out first, holding the door for Morgan. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took one himself and gave another to Morgan. You wanted to kill them both. They had possibly just fucked on YOUR couch. Bill put his hand on your shoulder. “Did you at least kiss that girl?”

“No,” you swung around, “I have a girlfriend!”

Bill shot a glance to Morgan, “I told you!” He sat on the bench under the deck. He lit his cigarette. Morgan sat down next to him and grabbed the lighter to light her own smoke.

“Have some fun,” Morgan spoke in her new accent. The lipstick that was all over Bill’s face was on the tip of her smoke. They didn’t even clean themselves. She crossed her legs and put her hands over the bottom of her skirt, as if to block your view. “She is PERFECT for you.” She nodded her head, “Uh-huh, you two look GOOD together!” The accent was too much. It was as if she was trying too hard now, or didn’t care.

You didn’t know how to respond to these two. What kind of game was this? “What the fuck….I” Janelle came out of the back door and cut you off before you exploded. She wanted another cigarette.

“Bill,” Morgan said smiling, she pulled him to her side and began to whisper in his ear. You wanted to know what she was saying.

Bill shook his head, “I don’t know!” But Morgan seemed insistent. Finally, he walked over and pulled you aside. “Dude, I’m wasted,” he said, “Can we crash here". Was he FUCKING serious? Was she? Did they really want to bring this even further?

You wanted to say no, to tell him to go fuck himself. But you didn't, “FINE!” You muttered.

He twisted the knife, “Can we sleep in your room?” WHAT THE FUCK, you thought. The audacity. “You have the TV in there, and you guys will be up for a while. I’ll owe you!”

You hung your head low. “Yeah!” You said softly, knowing what you just allowed. Your asshole friend, who had just fucked your girlfriend on your couch, was going to fuck her in your bed, and she was the one who had pushed for it. You watched him smile to her and grab her hand. Morgan and Bill almost ran into the house and up the stairs out of site.

“Wait….” Morgan stopped and grabbed her phone. She came back outside. “I had a great time, we should hang out again,” she spoke to Janelle, she began punching numbers into her phone. “What’s your number?” Janelle spouted out her phone number, and Morgan took it down. She then went back in and grabbed her purse. You wanted to stop her as she followed Bill upstairs staring at her phone to make sure the number was correct, but you couldn’t do anything. SHIT! That’s when you decided. You were going to fuck Janelle.

Janelle and you talked outside. You told her what you did, your plans, and she told you hers. You chatted for some time. You told her you wanted to go back inside. When you got inside you offered her another drink. It was a way to get back upstairs. She agreed, and you ran upstairs, but you saw that your door was closed. No sounds could be heard. You grabbed a beer and a vodka tonic and headed back down stairs.

When you entered the den downstairs, you heard the noise that killed you. From below where your bedroom was, the sound of a bed moving could be heard. It was soft at first. You handed Janelle a drink. The noise grew louder. You pretended not to notice. You challenged her to another pool game. Half way through the game, the noise of the bed went from a squeak to a banging. It was impossible to ignore. Janelle seemed to sense that it disturbed you. She pushed your Q-stick away and kissed you on the mouth. Her breath was smoky and tasted like liquor but it kept your mind off the noise. You moved your hands to her waist. It was larger, much large than Morgan’s. You began to move her to the couch. You were about to sit down when she stopped you. She pointed to a spot on the couch. “GROSS!” She stepped back. It was a large wet slick spot. You weren’t sure if it was your girlfriend’s juices or your friend’s. But one thing was for sure. They fucked on your couch. The noise from above told you they weren’t done.

“Let’s go to the guestroom,” you looked at her. You found yourself holding her hand. It was pudgy, but it was warm. You walked her upstairs. You passed the kitchen, and then stopped before the closed door of your room. The sounds were unmistakable.

“OH GOD! OH GOD BILL I’M GONNA CUM!” Morgan’s voice was too loud for the wooden door to contain. It was even louder than the pounding of the bed which sounded like it would break. Now it was Janelle who pulled you past.

You were in the guest room in moments. You closed the door behind you. The walls were thin. You could hear murmurs, moans and screams from the next room. The nightmarish noise of your girl fucking that asshole wouldn’t stop. Janelle pulled her shirt off. Her flab was more prevalent than you thought. As you undid her pants, or struggled to do so, you realized you were getting a consolation prize. The real prize was being won by Bill in the next room. And it was noisy. You pulled your own pants off, not ever understanding how hard your small cock had been all night.

Janelle laid on the bed. She was only in her underwear. It was a white bra and panties matching. Her tits were smaller than her body should have allowed. You didn’t care. The banging of the bed in the next room was driving you insane. It was like someone was hammering into the wall in the next room. You ripped off her large panties. Her pubic hair had not been trimmed in some time. She smelled rank. You didn’t care. This was the first time you were having sex in quite some time. You got on top of her and kissed her hard. You grabbed your small cock and positioned it in her entrance, only you missed the mark. She had to help you. It felt warm and wet and wide. You wasted little time and began to pound her for all you were worth. She moaned and closed her eyes. The entire night, both angering and exciting you got to you, and you came in under three minutes. You sighed and fell on top of her breathing heavily.

The sounds from the adjacent room never stopped. More banging, more muffled moans and screams. Your cock went flaccid inside this chubby girl. But you had sex. You didn’t care. She kissed your cheek. “That was nice,” she smiled at you.

The two of you laid there and talked. The banging from the next room never stopping. Eventually, she took the initiative and said what you both were thinking. “I should be getting home,” you saw that it was almost two in the morning. It was earlier than you thought. You helped her find her clothes. The whole time, the noise never stopped. Bill was still going at Morgan. You offered her a ride home. You were sober by now, from utter horror if nothing else. You managed to drive her home and get back by three-thirty.

When you came back in your house, you were happy to hear it quite. You snuck upstairs and put your ear to the door of your room. You didn’t hear a peep. Smiling, you walked towards the kitchen. That’s when you heard Bill’s voice. “Mmmmm, right there babe, keep doing that forever!” You clenched your fist and walked to the kitchen. You grabbed a beer and sat down. You didn’t know what to do now. You turned on the TV and an infomercial was on.

Two minutes later, Bill walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. You didn’t even look at him. He slapped your back, still thinking you believed the woman he presented this entire night was a different girl. “Did you seal the deal?”

You decided to continue the game. “Yeah, I fucked her!”

Bill slapped you back again, “NO SHIT!” He seemed happy. He asked if you wanted a smoke. The two of you went on the deck and had a smoke. He talked about how awesome the night was. Morgan finally came out into the kitchen. She still had the wig on and the skirt. The heels were gone. She wore a tank top, that had to be Bill’s as it wasn’t yours. You could see her dark nipples. Those were Morgan’s tits. She wasn’t hiding them under a push-up bra anymore.

“Can I grab a beer?” She called out to you still in accent.

You looked away in disgust. “Yeah!”

She bent down to grab a beer. You watched her from the porch. You didn’t even care if Bill noticed. You could see the bottom of her ass. This time you saw no lining of a thong above the skirt. In fact you saw asscrack, and little of her swollen lips as she reached for a beer. She turned and saw you, she stood up quickly, and adjusted the skirt. Again, she acted embarrassed at you seeing her this way. She came out with two beers, and handed one to Bill. “What’s up?”

“This guy got his dick wet!” He said pointing to you.

Morgan’s eyes went wide. Not with shock but with delight. “You got laid,” she said with a twang, still in character. “High five!” She held her hand up. You actually raised you hand and slapped your own girlfriend five for the fact you fucked some random fat girl. It was surreal. “She is perfect for you. You guys are like a perfect match. Just the same in the looks department, like me and Bill.” What was she implying? “She likes you too,” Morgan continued, she sat down next to you on a chair, you knew she had no panties on and had just had sex. She showed you her phone. It was a different design than she had a day before. She had even changed that. She showed you a text from Janelle saying she had a great time, that she liked you, and hoped to hang out with you guys next weekend. Morgan rubbed your back. “You have been great. Thanks for having us over. And letting us stay in your room. It’s a nice bed in there. We had a great time.” She looked over to Bill, then back to you, “So are you in to hang out next week?”

You took a drag of your smoke. “Yeah!” It was all you could say all night. Why would it be any different.

Bill leaned back. “What a fucking night, huh?”

After a moment of awkward silence, at least for you, Morgan seemed a little nervous. She looked over at Bill. “Did you ask him?”

“Ask me what?” You looked to Bill.

“Well buddy, you’ve been such a gracious host. I just have ONE more small favor. We saw that nice Jacuzzi bath-tub you got. You mind if the two of us use it?

You wanted to say no. He had your girlfriend suck his dick at a bar. He had your girlfriend fuck him on YOUR couch, and then in YOUR bed. Yet, as you thought, what was the point now. He had won the prize. The same words rolled out of your mouth. “Yeah!” You breathed a heavy sigh, “Go ahead!” To add insult to injury, you watched them jump up with joy and walk out off the deck towards your bathroom. Even worse, when Morgan stood up, you saw that there was a spot of strange sticky wetness where she sat.

The bathroom wasn’t too far from the deck. And they left the window wide open. You walked over and listened to them. The first thing you heard was the water. It was loud. You knew it would take several minutes to fill before the Jacuzzi was ready. You heard them speak.

“So what?” Bill said. “Why is that weird?”

Morgan gave the sound of a shudder. “It was just weird. He was watching me all night!”

“You think he knew,” Bill added.

“No, no of course not, I was good.” Morgan said, “But I caught him trying to look up my skirt!”

“Again, so what?” Bill laughed.

Morgan said something that made you angry. “I’m YOUR girlfriend now, that’s just creepy!” With that, she shut the window. You walked back in the house and heard only the water from the bathroom. You walked to the guest room and thought of sleeping there. Then you decided not to. The living room offered more quietness than that room. You closed the door to the guest room. You remembered the guest room filling with the sounds of their sex. You walked over to the couch and lied down. You heard the Jacuzzi turn on minutes later. You dozed off on the couch.

An hour later you awoke. The sounds of the Jacuzzi STILL going! You walked to the kitchen to grab water. The Jacuzzi turned off. You heard the bathroom door open. “Is he sleeping,” Morgan asked.

There was a noise that signaled movement in the floor boards. “Yeah, the door’s closed.” You then heard the sound of two people creep into your bedroom. They closed the door behind them. Your girlfriend was going to actually sleep with that asshole.

You decided to go back out to the living room couch, where you passed out. You vaguely remembered waking at the light of the sun, to sounds of people leaving the house. “Don’t wake him,” Morgan said. “Let’s go get breakfast!”

Hours later, you were awoken by a knock at the door. You got up and walked sluggishly to the door. You opened it, and Morgan, stood smiling. Not the fake Morgan, but the real one. She had no wig, no henna, no tan even. Could they be washed off? “Morning sunshine,” she said, “I was tried calling ealier!” She had on a modest shirt, and jogging shorts, with running shoes. Still hot somehow. She had a tray of two coffees in her hand.

“I thought you had work?” You asked, as she pushed past you.

“I sent in an email of the presentation.” She looked around. “How was last night,” she walked downstairs.

“I had fun,” you joked sarcastically, not sure what to do.

She looked around the den in the basement, “I’ll bet you did!” She stumbled over to the couch. She looked down to the spot on the couch. She licked her fingers and tried to rub it out. She picked her finger up and licked it again trying to do better. “You really need to keep this place clean!” You looked to see there was no tongue ring in her mouth.

She flipped a pillow over the wet stain and moved on. She handed you a coffee and walked upstairs. You followed intently. She walked out to the deck upstairs, and went immediately to the stain out there. She feigned ignorance by looking around and grabbing empty bottles. She licked her finger again and attempted to wipe it clean. She did this several times. “You need to clean better!”

She brought you into the bedroom, sipping her coffee. “What happened here?” She looked at the sheets. You hadn’t seen them. They were soiled everywhere. It was disgusting. She laughed. “Someone had a jack fest, because I know YOUR not getting laid in here!” She laughed wholeheartedly.

You mustered up the courage, “You’re being a bitch today!”

“Aww…poor baby,” she cooed, “Wanna eat me out?”