GB1996 - Let Stef win

Well… you got yourself into this by trying to be a good friend. Why stop now? Stef’s a bit more gung-ho about this than you are, so you find yourself on the bottom. Before there’s much time to think about what’s happening or how you feel about it, her cock is dangling above your lips. Then it bumps against them. Stef must just be totally consumed by the idea of getting with Lily.

Her blowjob skills are horrendous, but what she lacks in technique, she makes up for with gusto. She’s sucking on the head of your cock like she means it, which is interesting, but that’s not how you make someone cum.

And you need to look like you’re doing something.

You grab her shaft and bring the head into your mouth, but you see Lily from the corner of your eye. She’s enjoying the show, but she sees you. Really sees. She knows that you’re being lackadaisical about this, but she can’t change the rules and you are not changing course.

The little movements in Stef’s hips indicate that even your lazy suckling is intense for her. You’ll have to be careful not to win by accident. So you fantasize as hard as you can, focusing on the pleasure that she’s giving you. Images flash through your mind as you try to find the one that will put you over the top and hand Stef the win.

You see Mary’s face.

And you see Lily in the throes of your frenzied screwing the other night.

You see your ex, left behind in California.

Then Mary again, but this time it’s the memory of when you saw her masturbating on her bed.

“Mmm,” you grunt without drama.

Stef gets the consequences of stubbornly keeping the head of your cock in her mouth. You shoot it right down her throat, and she gamely stays on through the follow-up. Then she pulls away, coughing as a third, pitiful spurt rolls out.

“Oh,” you sigh. That wasn’t the best you’ve ever had, but it still took it out of you.

Stef spits and wipes her mouth, looking triumphant.

“You’re the champ,” you say lamely. It doesn’t matter if Lily knows; Stef doesn’t know and she’s so blinded by lust that she won’t figure it out.

You get comfortable, absently stroking your damp cock as Lily presses a starry-eyed Stef down to the sheets and mounts her. Lily’s easy, smooth, practiced hip-rolling is hypnotic and sexy. It’s also funny to watch the reverent look on Stef’s face as she fondles Lily’s breasts, and her expressions.

Stef… doesn’t keep her cool.

“Oooh. Oh. Yes. Yes,” she pleads. Her eyes are shut and she slides her hands down to Lily’s hips, but Lily is in control.

You smile, watching Stef helplessly submit. Stef’s pretty cute when she’s in a horny frenzy and doing her best to finish. Lily senses her getting close and chooses cruelty. She rolls onto her back, and Stef eagerly climbs on top, but it’s a trap. Lily locks her legs around Stef’s waist, limiting her ability to thrust.

It’s a little sad to watch, but also funny. Especially when Stef is so far gone that she buries her face in Lily’s shoulder. Lily smiles at you, trying not to laugh.

You hold her gaze while Stef thrusts away, oblivious.

Lily gives you a little cue with her chin. So she appreciates that you are a good friend. You climb carefully over Stef, who doesn’t notice you, and kneel beside Lily to feed your cock into her mouth.

Lily knows how to give head.

“Ohhhh…” you gasp, leaning on the headboard as she drags her lips up your shaft.

You considerately pull out when Stef’s whimpers reach a fever pitch and you see her narrow little tush tighten up. She grunts loudly, and empties herself out into Lily’s pussy, then goes limp. It takes all of Lily’s self-control not to laugh, but you can’t have her looking down on your friend.

Lily glances toward you, only to flinch as you blow your load all over her face.

It’s too much. She loses it, cackling despite Stef’s dead weight on top of her.

Later, you and Stef sit on the bed, sweaty, naked, and spent as Lily gets dressed. Stef looks as though her life **** was just sucked out by a demon. You’re just worn out.

Lily pauses.

“What’s wrong?” you ask. You need a glass of water.

“I thought I heard something. Maybe next door,” Lily says, glancing toward the window.

There’s no sentimentality, nothing. She just puts her shoes on, gives you a look to remind you that you owe her, and struts out like she owns the place. She might as well own it. She likes messing around with you, but the feelings are not balanced. You and Stef would do anything for her. She’ll only come over and fuck you if she has nothing else better to do.

You wonder if there’s a way to change her mind about that.

Lily didn’t cum while Stef was fucking her, so Lily just shoved Stef’s head between her legs and **** her to eat her out, sloppiness and all. Stef hadn’t balked.

That had been kind of hot, you have to admit. You look over at Stef only to find her watching you. What for? For guidance? Of course. She’s never done this before. She looks so happy and satisfied in the lamplight. The bed is comfortable. Everything is perfect. It would be easy to just settle down and pass out.

Lie down with Stef?

Or clean up and send her home?