Caught being a bitch

I took another sip of wine, feeling nicely buzzed as Mia laughed at something I’d said. “Okay, my turn to pee” she announced, standing up a little unsteadily. “Don’t drink all the bottle while I’m gone, slut.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” I grinned, watching her disappear down the hall.

The second the bathroom door clicked shut, I pulled out my phone. A new message from Devon was waiting. I opened it and my breathstopped: a thick, hard dick pic, his hand wrapped around the base, veins visible, the head shiny with a bead of pre-cum. The caption read: “I'm thinking about those tits rn. Your move.”

Fuck, it was a nice cock. Heat flooded between my legs instantly. The wine and the flirty tension with Mia had me feeling reckless. I glanced toward the bathroom, then quickly stood up, shoving my jeans and panties down my thighs in one motion. I sat back on the couch, legs spread wide, and reached down with one hand, using two fingers to part my slick pussy lips, exposing my wet pink folds and swollen clit to the camera. My other hand held the phone at the perfect angle close enough to show every detail but still artsy.

I snapped the pic, typed “That's my move, u like it?” and hit send.

Not even two seconds later, the bathroom door opened. Mia stepped out and froze mid step, eyes going straight to my exposed, spreaded pussy. I was still sitting there with my jeans and panties around my ankles, fingers holding myself open like a total whore.

“Oh my god, Sadie ” Mia breathed, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. She didn’t look away. Instead, she walked closer, slowly, until she was standing right in front of me, staring down between my legs with wide eyes. “Sadie, you absolute bitch. What the fuck are you doing?”

I laughed, a little embarrassed but mostly turned on by getting caught like this. I kept my pussy spread for another beat, letting her get a good look, before finally closing my fingers and pulling my hand away. “Devon... the guy from the bus, sent me a dick pic. I had to reply properly, didn’t I?” I showed her the screen quickly, the thick cock still visible. “Couldn’t exactly do it with my pants on.”

Mia leaned in even closer, bending slightly to inspect my glistening pussy like she was studying it. Her face was only a foot away. “Look at you… dripping all over my couch. Such a desperate little bitch, flashing tits on the bus and now spreading your pussy for some random guy while I’m literally in the next room.” Her voice was teasing, low and husky from the wine. “You’re soaked. Does sending nudes get you this worked up?”

I bit my lip, not bothering to pull my jeans up yet. The way she was staring was making me throb. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s the wine… and you calling me a bitch while looking at my cunt like that...”

Mia straightened up but didn’t move away, her eyes flicking between my face and my still-exposed pussy. The air felt thick, charged, and way filthier than when she’d left for the bathroom.

I finally tugged my panties and jeans back up slowly, but the damage, or the fun, was already done.