Watching Emma's Material.

Her eyes followed mine. She was searching for something. Her head turned from side to side to stare at me quizzically. It looked like she was searching for an answer to an unasked question. Her lips were pursed to one side and tucked away as if she was deep in thought. It wasn’t until my hands reached out and gripped hers and intertwined that her eyes softened as a small smile played on her lips. It wasn't just simple lust anymore, it was more, it was a **** need to possess her. The monster raged against its chains and its instincts consumed me whole. I needed her, almost more than anything but instead worst of all I needed to see her broken with pleasure - broken by my erstwhile friends.

Okay, yes, I was infatuated.

The moment broke when her hands suddenly flew to cover her bottoms. Emma blinked, and as if broken from a trance, relief was plain on her face as the solace cleared the haze from her eyes. Slowly her lips curled upwards into her usual bright, wicked smile as she held back her laughter with her hands. She giggled. "Do I even want to know how long you've been waiting there with that hard-on?"

I had nothing to say as my face heated up. I knew the answer well enough. She knew the answer. I stammered, "I uh...I don't know what you mean." I said quickly trying to hide my obvious lie.

"Liar," Emma arched an eyebrow, her grin wide and smug. "Did you enjoy listening?" Emma giggled. The sweet sounds of her laughter were a salve to the burning jealousy and need I felt.

"Did you come?" I said quickly. I knew I shouldn't ask but I had to know.

Emma blinked in surprise and made a face, "... No, of course not - " Emma bit her lip, her cheeks reddened slightly.

"Now who's the liar?" I grinned, "I saw you going crazy in there- "

The look on her face stopped me in my tracks, "It was an act, I wanted something for you to enjoy, " Emma let out a sigh, "I've never done a threesome before, it was... Just ok"

"Really? I thought with all your friends... you would have - wait - why not?"

"Well my friends have ... It's always appealed to me, but it seemed like a lot of work... Plus the guys always get competitive and then it turns into them fucking my friends hard and fast and then they just kind of forget to take care of our needs"

"Oh... I hadn't realized."

Emma continued cutting me off with an indignant huff, "And that's with experienced partners. How would you like it if you had those two virgin idiots jackhammering into without any regard for your pleasure - I could barely breathe -" Emma paused for a moment before a moment of sly realization dawned on her face, "You peaked"

I shrugged sheepishly, "I couldn't help myself. Could you blame a guy?"

"I can't believe you peeked," Emma cut me off and clapped a hand to her mouth in mock shock. She grinned and shook her head before her face stiffened. "I'm sorry." Her tone shifted and her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Why, what for?" I asked confused. "I wanted this to happen."

"For... all of this, I didn't mean for this to happen ..." Emma trailed off. I froze as she held out her hand, focusing on the small object held delicately between two of her fingers. She sighed deeply "I made you like this... and worst of all, they ruined it, it's not even in focus." She groaned, her shoulders slumping, holding out a small black object towards me with a flippant casualness that surprised me. I didn't realize what it was for a moment until her hand flipped over and the bright light from my phone graced me with true sight. My eyes almost popped out of their eye sockets at the image before me.

"It was all for you, you know," Emma said in a soft and sweet whisper. I looked up at Emma's face to find her staring straight at me, a faint sad smile on her face. She leaned in close, the heat radiating from her body. The strong, sweaty, and sweet smell enveloped me, as if I was struck by poison gas.

The light from my phone glowed, but the image was dark and shaky. Even through the shaking of the image, I could see Owen had not been making false promises when he had said he wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk. My mind still reeled from seeing her glowing form, her lips slightly parted, her breasts bouncing to the beat of the forceful impacts of Owen's rhythm against her as she sucked down gulp after gulp of **** air.

Oh my fucking god.

Did she know what this was doing to me? I felt myself grow harder than I ever felt possible as I followed her unfocused lust drunk eyes. I couldn't help but admire the cuteness of her face despite a trail of saliva leaking from her smile onto her heaving chest.

She fucking knew.

There was no way.

The image jittered and shook as Ben's moans leaked from my phone speakers. I grimaced hearing the unwelcome noise, but I was thankful it came out high-pitched and tinny. I cocked my head trying to will the screen to show me more of Emma, but instead, Ben's hands slipped and all I could see was Owen's face leering down at her. His head was sandwiched between her legs as Emma's white socked feet bounced on his shoulders, her toes curled inwards in pleasure.

"I -uh..." I stuttered, feeling my face grow warm at the sight. The blood was flowing and rushing, the blood pounding through my veins and into my erection. "You look - "My jaw dropped as the image blurred and jumped before finally stabilizing on their faces in euphoric pleasure. "You look amazing -" I croaked out fixated, my attention hyper-focused on where their hips joined. They were grinding against one another leaving no space between them. Emma was rocking her hips upwards at him forcing every inch of Owen's cock deep inside of her with little happy gasps of pleasure. The wetness of her arousal was apparent with every moment sending a trickle of moisture dripping across her mound. At first, I could only see a hint of it, a pink flash, but with every shimmy up and against him more and more of the pink was revealed to me and with her engorged aroused lips wrapped tightly around his thick girth.

With an evil smile, Owen suddenly pulled back, followed by needy whimpers from Emma as her hands fumbled shakily for his shoulders. He pushed it forward with a grunt of effort, forcing the tip of his cock up to his base with an audible squelch of moisture. "Oh fuck - Oh god," Emma whimpered quietly, her fingers clawing into his forearms. Owen's only response was a smirk of pride. His fingers dug into her skin as his grip on her hips tightened before drawing his cock out with agonizing slowness. She just started shaking uncontrollably before giving her only the shallowest of thrusts.

"Feels fucking good doesn't it?" Owen's smug voice cut through Emma's moans. He leaned forward pitching her forward, and her ass lifted off the ground, causing Emma to squeal in delight. She answered him with the barest of a giggle, her legs wrapped tight around his neck urging him deeper. "It's fucking better than Isaac's isn't it?" I felt my hand find my cock and my grip tightened as Owen's words rang out unwanted and true.

The harsh white glow from my camera shifted, lighting his back and casting Emma in the shadow of his figure. They were locked in a twisted embrace. Emma was folded up underneath him, her thighs were tight against her body, chest to chest and legs were wrapped around his neck, but his cock was braced just out of reach as she fumbled around in the dim light grasping at his cock.

"Fuck no, is that all you fucking got?" Emma's voice choked out ragged and shaky betraying her arousal to Owen. Her words came fast and slow matching the rhythm of Owen's shallow thrusts, "Isaac's ten times better than you - " Somehow that reassured me despite the raging jealousy and lust that Emma still cared for me even as she felt his huge cock deep inside of her. Or was it just her goading him to fuck her harder? The answer was apparent as Owen's face darkened, and he slammed into her with his full body weight cutting her off immediately, causing her to cry out. I could see Owen's hands reach out and grab her white socked ankles and pushed them to either side of her head pinning her tight against the bed. Every thrust slammed into her with such **** that her petite body bounced off the bed and inched her closer and closer to Ben. Her cries grew louder the harder Owen thrust into her pushing her closer and closer to Ben. The image grew shakier and shakier before long the sight of Ben's hand on his cock came into view furiously masturbating.

"Oh my fucking god," The Emma on the screen cried out before her giggles descended into delirium as he pounded her mercilessly, but as Emma was forcibly fucked closer to Ben, the image suddenly dropped and all I could see where the sheets. I watched with bated breath hoping for more but all that I received was the quiet needy pathetic begging voice of Ben begging for a blow job.

"Oh my fucking god your cock is so gooddddd - I can see you fucking jerking off over there Ben, you're fucking ruining it," Emma said with annoyance and outrage in her voice despite the loud thumps and growls from Owen's rutting.

"Emma please, please please, can I? I'll do anything" Ben begged his voice high and keening

"If you can talk you can suck cock" Owen growled out his words each one punctuated with the harsh slap of his hips against hers and the joyful squeaks of Emma's pleasures. The only thing I heard was a rustle and the last thing I could see was the phone's angle tilting precariously off the edge of the bed and Ben's form clambering over Emma's body vying for the best position.

"What are you - ugh fine - "Emma's next words were cut off with a wet gurgle and the phone fell from its perch and the darkness of my room's ceiling greeted me.

Author's note

Hello darkness my old friend?