Morgan's first day of school! Fun for everyone...not really you so much!

Warning: the following story is based on true (and recent) events. The names of the people have NOT been changed to protect the innocent. Because let's face it....Bill's not innocent. And I guess after reading this, you'll see...neither am I ;).

By the way, thanks for the different update. I guess some people want me to continue, and still allude to the fact that my ex calls me his girlfriend. Far be it for me to let the public down. Plus, I just couldn't stay away. This is too much fun for us both.

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You came home from work a little late today. It was a special day for your girlfriend Morgan. She was starting business school today. You wanted to tell her good luck so you texted her. She replied "thanks" and that was all. Your relationship had become more than just strained in the past few months. You talked occasionally, and saw her now and then. But she seemed distant. When you made advances she would just rebuff you. You hadn't had sex in a LONG time. Secretly, because you had video cameras in her house, you knew why, but you didn't let on at all. That would expose you as some sort of weirdo. You didn't admit it to yourself, but she treated you more as a brother or a friend now. It was strange. You didn't know why. Well you did, but you just didn't admit it.

You had watched her the past few weeks prepare for school. She was trying to get her MBA now to move up in her job at the hotel. She bought books, pencils, pens, a new laptop, and several new clothes she called her "school clothes".

You knew she'd be getting off work early today. She arranged it with her bosses, so that she'd be able to take classes in the late afternoon. Judging by the time, you knew she'd be getting home from class right about now. You turned on your computer and saw an empty home. You waited for a half hour, and finally you heard her door open. Morgan walked in to the hallway, and you switched to the feed to see her clearly. Your heart skipped a beat as she came into view. She had on a tight white blouse, that was rather sheer, and allowed you to see the outline of her white bra. Her hair was pulled back in ponytail with a white hair tie. What then caught your eye was the small pleated black skirt. It came down to just above her knees. The white cork wedge ankle strap platform shoes helped to accentuate the most amazing legs in the world. She had her phone in one hand talking to someone. Around her back, she held the pink strap of a bookbag. She was the epitome of the college schoolgirl fantasy, despite being in her twenties. She almost looked like she was nineteen. To cap it all off, she had the sexiest little reading glasses on her face. They made her look like a nerds fantasy girl. You realized, that as the person watching the camera, you were that nerd.

You felt your small cock get hard in your tight jeans. Your balls began to tighten as you watched her talk on the phone. "Yeah, it was good." She told someone. You were unsure who she spoke with. She put the glasses on the coffee table. She set the pink bookbag down next to her plush couch and walked into the kitchen. "Yeah," she spoke into the phone opening the fridge, "I already got a shit load of homework." She began to eat a piece of cheese with the fridge door wide open. She laughed, "I know right," she said, "when we were in college things were so much easier." She closed the fridge door and walked over to the cabinets next to the fridge. She opened the one nearest to the fridge. It was her snack cabinet. She stopped for a second. "No I didn't" she said into the phone. "He never did my homework." She laughed. "But he would have, if I made him." She laughed. Seconds later she replied to whatever was said, "He kinda was a nerd huh?" Was she referring to you? You watched as she reached up to grab a bag of teriyaki turkey jerky, her favorite mid day snack. You could almost time her meals. This time was different though, as she reached up, her skirt rode up with her movement, and you saw the bottom of her small pert ass. It was too much for you to handle, and you pulled off you pants. You began to rub your small erect cock, just watching her eat a snack and talk on the phone was enough. It would be enough for anyone.

Morgan continued her conversation. "As I remember, you thought he was cute Hilary!" It was her friend Hilary. She ate few more pieces of jerky, then reached up to put the bag back. Again, her skirt rode up, and the lower part of her pert ass was visible. You jerked your small pecker harder now. As she bit into the last piece of jerky, she laughed again. "NO!" She stammered, "he was CUTE you said. That's not what you said about Bill. You said Bill was HOT!" Her words made you sick to your stomach, but they didn't stop. Morgan was laughing hysterically now. "I DID NOT STEAL BILL! He just wanted THIS puusssssseeeee!" She made a lewd gesture to her crotch, and laughed. Morgan shook her head, "You're the slut!" She giggled. She walked out into the den, and sat on the couch. You switched the feeds to see her sitting on the couch, unable to get the shot they called an "upskirt". She began to undo the straps of her wedge shoes, her phone still in hand. "I'm not telling you how big it is Hillary!" She huffed into the phone. What was she talking about? "Worry about your own man's dick," she said into the phone, "Brad or whoever it is this week." You were happy she wasn't going to discuss the size of your dick. You were her man after all, that is who she was talking about. She slipped off her shoes, and put her feet up on the coffee table. She crossed her feet and sat back into the couch. You zoomed in and could almost see under the line of her skirt.

With her free hand she turned on the TV. She sighed, "FINE! His dick is huge!" She said. You smiled to yourself, looking down feeling better about its size. Then she added with a laugh, "Bill's dick is like a fucking Kielbasa! You happy?" She added. Your heart sank. She made one last laugh, "Of course I do, I eat it all the time. Kielbasa in the mouth!" She almost fell forward laughing. "Ok! Ok! Talk to you later," Morgan concluded the conversation and threw the phone to her side.

Morgan got up and went to the kitchen again. She pulled out a wine glass and poured herself some red wine. She walked out onto the deck barefoot and lit a cigarette. You thought she quit. What was up?

That's when the door to the house opened in the background. You heard the familiar voice that made you clench your fists. Your friend Bill entered the den, walking in as if he lived there. He was just over there occasionally, you told yourself, despite him never really leaving. He slept there almost every night. Morgan smiled to him as he walked over to her. He had on a black collared shirt, and blue jeans, with running shoes on. He looked like an idiot you thought. These were his work clothes. You knew this now because you watched him dress almost every morning at their...her house. Never a good dresser. Yet, despite this, he walked up to her and grabbed her ass above her skirt. Something you had been yearning to do since she got home. He kissed her lips and she put one arm around his neck. It made you sick to watch as she returned the kiss. Her other hand held out the cigarette.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT BABE!" He said taking a step back and ogling her. You couldn't believe he would call her babe. Even after all these months of watching them it still felt weird. "THAT'S what you wore to class?"

She twirled around, and the skirt almost lifted up completely. "This?" She laughed, taking a drag of the cigarette, then handing it to him. "It's just one of my school outfits."

With both hands he squeezed her small ass above her black skirt. "What? Are you trying to get an "A" already? The professor is probably jerking off to you right now."

Morgan slapped his chest. "It's gonna take more than that," she made a blowjob gesture with her free hand.

Bill walked back into the house. "You better watch out looking like that," he said not taking his eyes off the beauty. "The men in your class aren't gonna leave you alone. I bet they are already hitting on you?"

Morgan looked down at herself, "It's not slutty. It's classy." She looked over at him. "And the guys weren't hitting on me."

Bill went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He pulled off the top and took a sip. "How many of them wanted your number?" He plopped onto the couch.

She walked in and set a coaster down for him. "Like two or three, but it's for a study group!"

This made your friend/enemy laugh. "They wanna fuck you!" He smiled. You knew he was probably right. Morgan was too naive.

She sat next to him, and grabbed the beer and took a sip. "Whatever jerk!" Bill put his hand on her knee. She slapped it away. "Not gonna happen if your gonna be an ass!" She stuck her tongue out and stood up. She went into the bedroom. Bill followed. He came up behind her as she adjusted the pillows on the bed. He grabbed her ass. She slapped his hands. "Cut it out," she shook her head.

Your asshole friend pointed to his pants. The crotch area jutted out like never before. "Come on," he said.

She shook her head again, "Just go jerk off in the shower!"

Rebuffed for the second time, Bill sated "I'm gonna go to the gym". You watched as your friend took his clothes off mere feet from Morgan. She barely even batted an eyelash. How could she be so "ok" with that. He dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and kept the sneakers on, and then left.

Your attention returned to Morgan. Your hand returned to your small cock. She went back to the living room, and sat on the couch. She put her feet up again on the coffee table, and crossed her legs. You couldn't get the "upskirt". You watched as she lifted the bag next to the couch. She pulled out a book, and then opened the side pocket and pulled out her I-pod. She put on the headphones, and rested the book in her lap. She picked up the reading glasses and put them on. You could tell she was truly studying, as her lips moved when she read. It was one of those sexy quirks she had.

The sight, of "schoolgirl Morgan", was too much. It caused you to cum within minutes. You wanted to play with her body at that moment. After your orgasm, you decided to go to the gym yourself. You got dressed and went to the gym. It was the same gym Bill went to. You wanted to see what he would do, or say. As usual, when you saw him, he acted as if nothing was happening. He asked how work was, and the like. Before, he would have asked about Morgan. Now, not so much. Finally, you couldn't keep it in.

"How's the new girl?" You asked.

Bill looked off into the distance, but didn't hesitate a moment. "She's the hottest fucking chick in the world." He shook his head, "You shoulda seen the skirt she had on today," he looked off again. "MAN that ass."

As you pretended to concentrate on a workout, you asked. "What's her name again?"

You expected him to come up with a lie. You were astounded when he brazenly said. "Morgan!" He didn't even skip a beat, and continued his own workout.

"The same name as my girlfriend," you said.

He nodded and laughed, "The EXACT same name," he stressed the word.

You wanted to punch him, but you watched him lift a massive amount of weight, and you weren't sure you could take him. In fact, you knew you couldn't. "That's weird," you brushed it off. "Maybe we can double date?"

"That would be interesting!" He laughed whole-heartedly. He got up to leave the area. "I'll run it by her!"

You had to leave. You were so angry. Would he really do something like that? What would happen if that even came about? You were livid. You went home and turned on your spy cameras. You saw Morgan on her couch. She was lying on her stomach. Her school book in front of her, she still had headphones on. Her legs were crossed behind her in the air, as her knees were resting on the couch. You switched the feed to the camera in the ceiling. That's when you got the shot you had been looking for. Morgan's skirt was hiked up just enough. You could see her ass cheeks in the light. They looked amazing in this view. Her pussylips were almost visible through the sheer fabric of her white panties which cut up her ass crack. You took in the whole view and zoomed in. She had a silver ankle bracelet you hadn't noticed, and a few small rings around her toes. It was sexy as hell. Her feet seemed to bop in time with whatever music she was listening too.

Again, you pulled down your shorts, and began to masturbate your small cock. It was almost too much for you, and you spewed cum in under two minutes.

That's when you heard the door open. Bill walked in. Morgan didn't hear a thing. Your girlfriend was oblivious to the asshole as he walked slowly up behind her. He just stared at the scene, taking in all that you had, but up close and in real life. From the side, you could see his basketball shorts almost grow in the crotch area. His erection strained against the shorts as he watched your girlfriend.

As had become common in the past few weeks, you envied his position. You would have grabbed that ass the minute you walked in. As if reading your mind, Bill walked up to her side. She was still reading her textbook. His right hand reached down and groped her left ass cheek.

Morgan's face went slightly red from the touch. She turned her head and smiled. "Aahh he!" She laughed. "Babe, I'm doing school work right now! What are you doing back there." She looked back at his hand.

Bill continued to grope and rub her ass cheek. "I can't believe this fucking skirt you wore to school babe!"

Morgan pulled up the bottom of her skirt. "You mean this skirt," she giggled. The skirt was now above her tight ass. The white of her panties was clear. It wasn't a thong, but it was intensely erotic.

"And this fucking ass!" Bill added, "HOLY SHIT! YOU KIDDING ME!"

Morgan made your heart sink as she got on her knees and put her hands on the top of the couch. She wiggled her pert ass in front of Bill. She pulled up the skirt. "You mean this one?"

"Yeah THAT one!" He laughed. His hand never left her ass.

She finally pushed his hand away. "No really, I have to get some schoolwork done tonight!"

"COME ON BABY!" He pleaded.

She shook her head, "Uh-uh, not tonight."

Bill said something that made you want to kill him. "You can't let me stare at that skirt all fucking night, and not let me fucking SLAM that pussy!"

Morgan wiggled her ass. "Ha," she laughed. His hand rubbed the white panties above her folds. "Mmmm," she cooed softly. She slapped his hands playfully. "No!"

"Come on babe!" He came closer to her.

Her eyes fixed on the obscene bulge in his crotch. Even under the shorts it looked more massive than yours. She reached up and rubbed the bugle. "Baby? What's that?"

"Told you," he groaned. "That's what that skirt does to me."

Morgan shocked you when she bent over before him on the couch. She pulled down her white panties to below her knees. "I'm not passing up a hard cock!"

Bill got behind her and pulled down his shorts. His cock was impossibly more erect than you;d seen it before, but you understood why. Your own dick began to grow again, even after cumming. Bill's dick oozed pre-cum, and he rubbed it against Morgan's slick engorged folds. As he pushed his cock between her pussy you turned your head and cringed. You didn't want to look at him fucking your girlfriend.

You turned back to the computer screen when you heard her moan. "Ooohhhh!" She cooed at his entry. His shaft was buried to the balls inside your girlfriend when you looked back. He began to slam in and out of her cunt. "Oh god your cock feels so good!" She grunted. He was slamming her for all he was worth, and her ass met his thrusts. The squishy wet sounds echoed on your laptop. The thwacking of his balls against hers was all you could hear. For the third time, you had an orgasm as you jerked your small dick.

In disgust, you closed the computer and ignored what was happening. You made dinner and went about daily chores. Almost an hour later, you sat down and re-opened the laptop. You were shocked to see Morgan straddling Bill on the coffee table humping down onto his shaft. Had they fucked the entire time?

His hands gripped her tits above the white shirt. She held her own hands against them. She humped him and moaned like a bitch in heat. Bill laughed, "Your MAN wants to double date!"

She looked down, not stopping her cock riding. "What?"

Bill smiled. "He said he wants to meet my new girl! I told him her name was Morgan."

She finally stopped. "What? What did he say?" She was shocked.

He kept his own thrusting going and spoke. "He wants to double date!"

As he continued to hump up at her, Morgan had a look of confusion on her face. "How would that work?" Was she actually considering it?

Bill shrugged. "I don't know babe," he seemed to think himself. He added, "Maybe you wear a wig?"

She laughed at the thought. "Like Clark Kent, I just keep changing in the bathroom?"

He grabbed her ass and began to hump her harder. "I could care less, maybe I'll hire a prostitute or something to act as my date."

Morgan stopped again, "What?"

He clarified, "Just to look like she's my date. I won't touch her." He smacked her ass. "I'll be touching you all night!"

"Ha," Morgan smiled, "And you can take me in the bathroom and fuck me or something like that."

"EXACTLY!" He pumped up from under her. "OH FUCK!" He grumbled and pulled her down to kiss him. You could see from the feed to the back of them that his cum was dribbling out her pussy around his cock.

Morgan finally climbed off of him. She sat back down on the couch. Bill sat next to her, and she laid in his chest. "I don't like the prostitute idea!"

"Then what?" he asked. Were they really serious?

"How about I come as me with him in the beginning, and then act like I got called away to work. I'll come back dressed differently and in a wig!" She was really trying to come up with a plan.

"He'll know!" He shook his head.

She didn't seem to care, "He's an idiot. Besides, he knows you like me, and want me. It's not a stretch that you'd date a girl who looks kinda like me. I can change my appearance enough."

"This is crazy!" He said.

She just grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV. "We're doing it." She ended the debate. "I'm gonna basically fuck you in front of him!" She laughed.

Was this going to happen?