After a week of no sex Morgan gets anxious, she's practially bouncing off the walls!

Hi! Thanks for the reviews again! Here is another short chapter as I try and work on the large chapter. Again, this is mostly real, as I get nuts when its "that time of the month". I get a little more prone to potty mouth and such. Here is an example.

The Thursday of that week you had plans to meet Morgan for dinner. You had a nice meal with her, and wanted to go to her place, but she refused. "I'm still gross down there, I'm just gonna go to bed" she said. "I'll send you a pic to beat off to later," she kissed your cheek.

You raced home, and opened your computer. She sent you a picture of her in her sweat pants. She had no make-up on or anything. You watched her actually try and sleep. Something was keeping her up. She tried to take a Tylenol PM, but it didn't work. Soon she was texting on her phone on the couch in the den. Her phone rang.

"Where are you guys?" She asked. You watched her nod. "I guess I can come out for a drink, I can't sleep, I'm going nuts!" Morgan got up and walked to her bedroom. "What do you mean "Why"? I haven't had sex in a week. I'm going crazy." She laughed, "No you're a slut. I'll be there in a bit."

She put her phone down. She texted someone. You thought it might be you. Instead, she smiled and clapped her hands when she got a message back. Morgan set about getting ready to go out. She put on a short black skirt, and then pulled on black panties. You watched her pull off the sweat shirt and rummage through her closet until she came out with a turquoise top that had straps around her neck. She had to put on band-aids to cover her erect nipples. She put on full make-up and stood before the mirror. She then sat down and slipped on black high heels.

Was she going to invite you out? That's when you heard the honk outside the house. She picked up a purse, luckily one you had placed a listening device in. You turned on the receiver and heard Morgan talking. "They're at the bar on fourth street," she said.

You cringed when you recognized Bill's voice. "That's cool, but nothing crazy tonight!"

You put on some clothes and headed to the bar. It was not a packed bar like the one down the street that was more of a dance club. You were afraid you'd be seen. You waited in your car across the street. You had a view of the place, as the windows were wide and you saw Morgan and Bill greeted by Hilary, Melonie and an entire group of people. Bill motioned to the bartender. Morgan grabbed his arm. She said something that made him shake his head. Minutes later, the bartender came back with several shots, which Morgan passed around.

She was the social butterfly as she always was, meeting and greeting everyone in the group. She was introducing Bill to some of the people. You wondered what she called him, but you couldn't hear over the noise. What surprised you was that Morgan was drinking fast. She had ordered several shots. She seemed to be pleading with Melonie and Hilary about something. They finally agreed, and you watched a small portion of the group leave the bar. Morgan was leading them down the street. You could hear again.

"I think you're hammered Morgan," Hilary laughed.

"I just wanna dance!" She twirled almost falling over. Bill grabbed her arm. From that point on, they held hands as the group walked down to the dance club. It wasn't as packed as on the weekends, and you slipped in after them. Morgan was already getting more shots. She was drunker than you remembered her being. She pulled Bill onto the floor and grinded with him inappropriately. When they got back to the group, she was all over him, kissing him every few minutes. He was clearly drunk too.

Morgan was getting hit on hard by many guys. She just flirted, and giggled enjoying the attention. At one point, her eyes began to close and she almost fell. It was probably the pills finally kicking in. Bill luckily sensed this, and they said their goodbyes. They walked out the bar, and you watched them enter a cab. You raced to your own car. You heard everything.

"Cut it out," he scolded her in their cab.

"I just wanna play," she said almost slurring her speech.

Bill was laughing now, "What has gotten into tonight?"

She sighed. "I haven't had sex in a fucking week, I'm going CRAZY!" The cab driver laughed at the comment. "Uggh, I hate having my period!"

"Whoa," Bill chuckled. "Somebody's drunk!"

Morgan actually hiccuped. "What, this guy doesn't care. He probably hears shit like this every night." She was swearing a lot more than usual.

"I do," the guy laughed. He had an accent, probably Middle Eastern. "It's fine."

She continued her drunken semi-tirade. "He's lucky. He gets to pick up drunken hot chicks every night."

"So you think you're hot then," Bill teased.

Morgan gasped. "REALLY! Are you kidding me. I know that during the day I can look like an uggo, a five or six even. But when I'm dressed like this, I'm a fucking nine or ten. You know it!" You couldn't see what Bill did in response, but it made her more agitated. "I'm the hottest girl you've been with by FAR mister. I've seen your skanks." You heard shuffling. "Look at these legs. And my tits aren't huge but they NEVER sag."

"You look good to me," the driver added.

Morgan laughed, "THANK YOU!" She hesitated, "Peter is it? Is that you real name?"

The driver answered, "No, but it's just easier. Trust me."

She was annoyed with Bill. "Maybe I should take Peter home with me instead," she joked.

Bill quickly responded. "You're the hottest chick I ever met Morgan, you know that!"

"That's better," she huffed. You couldn't hear anything else. Save for shuffling of clothes, and some smacking noises. When you pulled up behind the car, two head were in the back, almost crushed together. You fell back a few cars, and then took your own turn to go home and get your computer set up.

Luckily, you arrived home first, and Morgan's house was empty when you opened the feeds from the cameras. Minutes later, they came through her front door. Morgan was giggling and almost stumbling. "YOU PROMISE!" She said holding her hand out.

Bill nodded and shook her hand. "I promise!"

"I'm going to hold you to that mister," she laughed moving to the couch. She took off her heels. What was the promise?

Bill walked to the fridge to get a beer. He sipped it and walked over to Morgan, who was on the couch with her hands in her face. "I HATE PERIODS! THEY NEVER FUCKING END!"

"Let's just go to bed then," he said.

"NO FUCKING WAY," She grabbed his belt and pulled him forward. "I need a dick! NOW!" You sat shocked at her dirty mouth. The way she easily slid his pants down. Her eyes were locked on the erection mere inches from her face. It seemed, more massive. She kissed the shaft almost lovingly. This was not the girlfriend you remembered from a mere year ago. She pulled Bill's cock down by the base and went to town. She put the entire cock into her mouth on the first try. It strained against her throat. You could almost see it in her fucking neck. She reached around and grabbed his ass, and began to shove her face forward and then pull back, increasing the speed. Her eyes were closed and small moans escaped her mouth which was wrapped around his cock.

In your home you began to jerk off to the sight. You imagined it was your cock, but it would never have stretched her mouth and jaw like that. As you came, you saw that Bill was cumming as well. You knew this because he had his "O" face on. It pained you that you recognized it. After all, it was your girlfriend causing him to make the face. You watched her throat move as she swallowed the cum.

She pulled her mouth off and a small trail of cum connected the tip of his dick to her lips. It finally broke. Morgan sighed, and put her head down. "I needed that!"

"Me too," Bill rubbed her brunette hair. You turned off the computer disgusted. You went to sleep. When you woke up, against you better judgment, you turned the computer back on. Bill was not there. Probably at work. Morgan was in front of the mirror. She was clad only in a pair of the white granny panties. As she pulled them down, you knew what she was going to do. It made you sick to watch, so you decided not to watch her change the tampon. You couldn't watch that.

It was several minutes before you looked again. Morgan was buttoning a tight white blouse. She had on a short tan business skirt. She matched this with a tan blazer. She then put on black high-heels. She never dressed like this for work. She seemed giddy as a school-girl, as the saying goes. She had a hop in her step, and a smile on her face as she prepared for work.

Before she left, her phone rang. She picked it up. "What's up slut!" She smiled. After a moment, she answered, "No, I'm not gonna go tonight." She rolled her eyes at the callers response. "I don't wanna go Melonie, that's why!" She waited another few minutes. "If you MUST know, I'm no longer being visited by my aunt flow!" She laughed. She shook her head, "What do you mean "so what"," she picked up her purse. "I am gonna FUCK all night tonight!" She laughed loudly. "No you're a slut!" She said before hanging up.

You were giddy yourself now. You went to work thinking of fucking Morgan all night. It was going to be the best sex ever. When you got home, you opened the computer to turn on the cameras. You'd be making some movies tonight, not Bill. You saw Morgan, she must have come home early. She was in her bathrobe. She was standing before the mirror. She opened the bottom of the robe. You had a clear view on mirror of her shaved cunt. It looked so small, so tight and wonderful. There was no hair this time, at all. You saw her begin to pick an outfit. You wanted to be surprised, so you shut the computer off.

You texted her then. She replied really quick. "Still on the rag, sorry!" What the fuck was going on? She said she was going to fuck all night. You were mad as hell. Had she lied to you?

You went to the gym. You tried to lift weight, and run it off. It didn't work. You were amped up. You wanted to go drinking so you texted friends. You even texted Bill. He replied, "Sorry, big date tonight." With who? You thought. Instead of going out, you paced near the computer. Not sure if you wanted to see.

That's when you decided to check in on Morgan. You opened the feeds. She was in the living room. She still had the bathrobe on. She was lighting candles. You could see her face. She had full make-up on. Her hair was straightened. She looked like she was going out. Her phone buzzed on the table. "Shit," she said after checking it. She ran to the bathroom. You watched her gargle some mouthwash and wipe something from her teeth. She ran out, and to the kitchen. She pulled out a bottle of wine from above the fridge and two glasses. She set it on the table.

That's when she undid the bathrobe and hung it in the bathroom. The sight made your eyes pop out. She had on black silk lingerie. It was accentuated with a garter belt that connected to fishnet stockings. She NEVER wore fishnets stockings. She capped it all off with black high-heels. The sight made you almost cum in your pants. She walked to the couch, and sat down. She seemed confused about how to sit. She tried several different positions. She was apparently trying to get the sexiest position.

She decided to sit on the arm of the couch that faced the door. She crossed her legs and just sat staring at the door. A minute later, she heard the bell ring. "Come in!" She smiled.

The door opened, and in walked Bill. Well, you knew what the "big date" was now, and who it was with. He did a double take as he stopped in his tracks. "I thought we were going out with Melonie and her new boyfriend."

Morgan shook her head, and smiled. "Not tonight." She stood up and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

"Then what are we going to do," he said grabbing her ass. It was covered by a black lace panties.

She turned away from him and walked over to the couch. "I'm off my period and you're going to fuck me!" When did she get so dirty. She continued the lewd behavior when she sat on the couch and opened her legs wide. One on the couch, and the other dangling down to the ground. "What are you waiting for?"

He didn't wait another second. How could he. He was pulling his pants down as he walked over. His pants and boxers were around his ankles and he waddled over. His cock bobbed up and down, fully erect. Your own smaller cock was in your hand.

Morgan laughed, as she pulled down her panties. He pussy glistened with its own juice. It looked soft and swollen. So inviting, however, you weren't the one being invited. Bill was.

You watched the asshole friend of yours grab your girlfriends fishnet clad legs and pull her towards him. Her heels were resting on his shoulders. Her ass a few inches off the couch. You opened the feed from the front door and zoomed in. His cock was in his hands, and was moving towards her swollen and wet pussy. You actually witnessed the head of his cock disappear into you girlfriend. She let out a loud moan as it happened. He pushed his entire length in with the first stroke. His head went back and he grunted, and the back of Morgan's head dug into the cushions as she arched her hips up. She must have been really wet, as it seemed to slide right in. The camera caught it all. They were almost connected at the groin region. Bill gripped her calves in his hands and began to plow into her cunt. That's when you realized why Morgan was using such language. This wasn't sex. This was fucking.

He fucked her hard and fast in that position. The thwapping of his balls on her ass filled the speakers. The only other noise was the squish of their sexual organs coming into contact and connecting. This sexual silence was broken by Morgan as she began to scream. "OH YES! OH FUCK YES! I NEEDED THIS SOOOOO MUCH!" Her own hips bucked back at the cock deep inside her.

Bill was clenching his teeth. "You're so tight babe! It feels so good right now!"

"We haven't fucked in a week, what do you expect?" She smiled. She began to grope her own chest above the lingerie. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. "Oh babe," she cooed, "I'm gonna cum already," she added with a wide smile. Her hips shot up, and her pussy took all of his dick inside her. "FUUUUUGGGGGGGGCCCCK!" She screamed.

The feeling of her pussy must have been too much for Bill, as he groaned. "Aaaghhh!" He must have came at the same time as her.

You zoomed in on their connection at the waist. A torrent of liquids began to pour over Bill's dick, and out of Morgan's pussy. It splashed onto the couch and then the floor.

He finally pulled his cock from your girlfriend. He let go of her legs and sat down next to her panting for air. He sat back with a shit ass grin on his face. "That was the best!"

You were happy that it was over with...or so you thought. Morgan straddled Bill in the next moment. It was so lighting fast. He had no time to react. "Oh no you don't mister," she said, reaching down for his semi-erect cock. "You promised to fuck me all night, so eat a piece of fruit, take a viagra, I don't care, just get ready!" THAT was the promise? She positioned his prick into her entrance. You switched to the feed from the wall where the TV was. You saw his cock again enter your girlfriend's cunt. As she moved up and down on it, it glistened with her juices. You were mesmerized by her small ass as it moved like those dancers you see on youtube. She was quite literally booty-shaking on his cock. It couldn't have been more than two minutes before she groaned loudly and her body went rigged and then began to shake slightly. "Mmmmm," she said, stopping her motion on his dick. "I needed this," she kissed his face over and over. Bill grabbed her ass, and was about to lift her off. She stopped him. "NO! Don't take it out," she put her head down on his shoulder.

"Fine!" Bill shrugged, and lifted her body up. Her legs wrapped around his body. And her heels locked around the back of his legs. She put her arms around his shoulders, and he walked her over to the kitchen, his cock still imbedded inside her. You couldn't hear them as they were whispering and giggling. Bill pulled out some fruit and fed her a piece. They shared a beer and chatted as if they weren't still technically having sex. He then carried her towards the bedroom. He placed her on the bed, never letting his cock leave her cunt. Was he still hard? He answered your question as he began humping her missionary style. She wrapped her heels around his ass.

After she had another orgasm, which you witnessed. He finally pulled out of her and rolled over. "DAMN IT!" She said, but put her head on his chest. They watched TV for several minutes. Morgan pulled off the heels, and the lingerie. He did the same, and they were both fully nude. You stole a quick shot of Morgan's pussy as you zoomed in. It was leaking cum and her own juices. She didn't seem to care. As she folded the lingerie she asked him. "Did you like the outfit?"

He nodded, still watching TV. "It's awesome," he smacked her bare ass as she walked over to put the clothes away.

"I bought it a year ago, but SOMEONE didn't care for it!" She laughed. That's when you realized she meant YOU. That outfit was familiar, she had put it on before when you had come home from work. You had just brushed her off, saying you were tired and wanted to go to the gym. You regretted THAT decision.

You watched her get under the fluffy white covers with your asshole friend. Minutes later, she was on top of him. They were fucking again, you couldn't see it under the covers, but there was enough movement to tell you what was occurring. She put her hands through her hair and had a wide smile. Her mouth hung open, and she moaned. It was her orgasm moan. You knew it well by now. You couldn't remember her doing it with you though.

She rolled off, and was face down on the bed. Bill watched TV. You heard the distinct noise of snoring. Bill nodded with a smile. "Put that bitch TO SLEEP!" He got up and walked out the room. Probably another beer. You saw Morgan's face on her pillow, her mouth open, in a kind of joker-like grin, drool coming out.

Bill came back and slumped into the bed. He sipped his beer. Morgan's head came up and she smacked her lips. Her eyes were groggy. "How long was I asleep," she said reaching for the beer in Bills hand. She took it and swished the beer in her mouth.

"Half hour," Bill laughed. "You were snoring!"

"You're such an ass," she said, and she straddled him again. It was the same thing. You couldn't see anything. Just the movement. It went on for hours. Sometimes, Bill would get on top. Even night vision didn't help. You didn't know how many times they went at it, or had orgasms. You had six of your own. You found yourself asleep around midnight.

You woke up around two, and looked to the computer. They weren't in her room. You found them in the kitchen. They were both nude. Morgan was standing against the counter. She was spraying whip cream all over her pussy. "You better eat it all, I don't want to get an infection or some shit." Bill got on his knees and all you could see was his head. She put her hands on his head and bit her lip. "Someone likes whip-cream on their pie!" She laughed. Soon, her eyes were closed, and then her leg came over his shoulder. "OH FUCK!" She moaned, her body convulsing.

It astounded you how long they could keep going. You watched them eat some snacks, and joke around in the nude. "Melonie doesn't care," Morgan stated as she ate a piece of cheese and handed one to Bill, "she'll be with a different guy next week!" It was these little moments that killed you. The fact that Bill, your asshole friend was fully nude, and somehow still erect, and she just chatted with him, nude herself, as if this was normal. You could see that Morgan's pussy was wet, but very, very clean. No trace of whip-cream. They walked to the bedroom. Bill jumped onto the bed. "Where are YOU going?" She said shaking her head. "Shower first!" She pointed to the bathroom.

She walked over to the bathroom. She turned the nob on the water. "You gotta work tomorrow," she asked, checking the water.

Bill came up behind her. "I don't have to work until late!" He opened the shower door and stepped in. Morgan followed.

The water poured onto her body. She was facing away from Bill. "We can still get drunk then." She said. "Let's play drinking games."

Bill was pushing on her back. She just bent down in front of him. He grabbed his cock and shoved it in her from behind. He grabbed her hips and fucked her doggystyle as water poured down on them. "I don't know babe," he said, "I'm kinda tired,"

"Awwww...." Morgan laughed, "Poor baby, did my pussy wear you out?" She clenched her ass.

Bill grunted. "It kinda did!" He kept fucking her hard. Her hands were against the wall of the shower. "Let's take another vacation!" He added.

Morgan looked back, "Ok!" She smiled, "Where do you wanna go?"

You watched them chat about places with a non-chalant demeanor. Here they were fucking and chatting like they were not. It killed you. Bill finally came inside her again. They washed up and went to bed. She got on top of him once more, and he rolled her over to missionary style. For all her talk, after this last session, she was out like a light, snoring in minutes. Bill turned off the TV and fell asleep himself.

P.S. I'm really looking forward to the double date chapter. Since it's completely a fantasy, it's hard for me to write. Any help or ideas of how to make it happen even somewhat believably would be helpful. I'm thinking a blonde wig, and some really slutty clothes. Maybe some crazy temporary tattoos and piercings.