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Chapter 4 by patheticfuck2011 patheticfuck2011

To the store, or skip to the date?

New roles for YOU!!

I know this doesn't update but I had an idea through role playing which I think would work with these characters. I'm not going forward with the terms of the old “bet” I wrote about last time or the slightly homosexual undertones from last chapter (another guy basically commissioned me to do that chapter). Still, I think these characters are great for certain cuckold role-plays and stories. I'm staying with the “you” point of view, even though I know some hate it. Not much sex here, more of an oblivious cuckold story. It's been asked of me from some people to do more of “hinting” at what's happening. Plus Morgan gets a little nutty, but again it's how people asked. I tried to mix two things in the BFF main character, and the third wheel main character roles.


Morgan was livid and it was all your fault. You had just admitted the “bet” with Bill to her. Bill had shown up to ruin you vacation to an upstate casino with Morgan. She had been mad last night when you let him in the large expensive suite room, “It's just a night”, you told her. Besides there was a spare bedroom on the lower floor of the suite.

After many drinks, and some gambling, Morgan had left you and Bill angrily. She had quite enough of the antics. Now here you were, explaining that when you were drunk you MAY have made a bet on Thursday night football between the Patriots and Chiefs. You had no idea the Chiefs had any chance. So you bet Bill. It was a steep bet. Two thousand dollars if the Pats won. A date with your girlfriend if the Pats lost. It was a joke bet to you. Patriots would never lose. Morgan would never go on a date with Bill. So you agreed. Once the Patriots lost, you were shocked at how adamant Bill was to be paid.

At the end of the night, he pulled you aside. “Tell Morgan to wear something nice!” He winked at you. “I'll treat her real well,” and licked his lips.

You're heart had skipped a beat. Did he really just ask that. You knew from the past few years that Bill had more than a”thing” for Morgan. He constantly sought her attention. As if he didn't believe your relationship with the beauty was for real. She hated him, and rebuffed all his advances. Morgan was a goddess, and Bill was kind of a chubby little troll. Sure he had big arms, and got laid a lot, but Morgan was on another level than him. In fact, she was on another level from you. You told him you'd ask her, but it wasn't certain. As you went to your room, blood rushed quickly to your cock faster than it ever had before. Why was the idea of simply having to “ask” Morgan to go on a date with the slob Bill that intensely erotic. Was there something wrong with you?

Now you were looking at Morgan in the den of the suite. Bill was sipping a beer on the couch. He had on a white t-shirt and jeans and socks with holes. He had a smug smile on his face as you told Morgan.

“You have to be kidding me?” She crossed her arms. “You literally bet ME!”

“It was,” you looked down ashamed. “An accident. You didn't think the Chiefs had a chance. They barely won!”

“You're such a little wimp and a weasel,” Morgan leered at you. “First you tell me we are having a nice weekend, and then you let this asshole stay with us. We haven't even had sex in a month, and you're cruising right to NEVER AGAIN!” She said strongly.

Bill laughed at that admission. It was true, you were too busy with work and school. That's when Morgan did something that you couldn't believe. “Fine,” she said, “Bill can have his date.”

“Wait what,” you said looking at her, then back at Bill whose smile grew as he sipped her beer.

Morgan walked up the steps to the upper floor where the bathroom and main bedroom were. “Yeah, I'll go on a date with him!” She walked away from you, but you followed like a puppy unsure of how to process what was just said. You caught up to her looking at her teeth in the bathroom mirror.

“You're not really going to go out with him?” You asked.

Morgan gave you a look in the mirror that cut deep. “You know that guy has wanted to fuck me since he met me. He CONSTANTLY hits on me. But do you do anything.” She shook her head, “No...you just keep bringing him around. You know he's put his lips on mine drunk and groped me.” Your cock twitched at that. Why?

She crocked her head. “Are you just going to stand there and turn RED like always. Like EVERY time I get dressed up and want to go out.” She tapped her foot. “Instead of having confidence like a MAN, you just take pics now, and we NEVER go out. You get drunk and then we MAY or MAY not have sex.”

You cleared your throat. She was in control. But you still wanted to put your foot down. “Well but I mean...you can't go out with Bill!”

“I am! That was the stupid fucking bet right!” She walked past you and into the bedroom. She pulled down her shorts, exposing her tight little ass in some batman panties. They were cute and not overtly sexy, but they looked great on her. Morgan turned to catch you looking at her ass, and you were shocked when she pulled a towel from the bed over her. “Maybe I'll actually have some fun.” She stated and went to her luggage to get some workout clothes. “All you do is stare like a creep, I mean you take pics of me in outfits, but you barely touch me! You HATE when I get sexy and we go out!”

“I....” you stammered, “I get nervous!”

“Yeah,” Morgan said, grabbing some workout panties and yoga pants. “Like a fucking freak, your face gets red, you sweat. You don't even know what to do when I'm dressed up, so I stopped doing it and going out to nice places.” She kept talking as she went to bathroom and shut a small blind so you couldn't see. “So tonight, Bill is going to get the opportunity he's always wanted. He seems to appreciate the way I look when I get dressed up.”

“Really?” You're heart raced, and your cock began to swell in your shorts. You adjusted yourself embarrassingly.

“Yeah, I'm sick of all your bullshit, and your wimpiness at the utter worst times.” Morgan laughed. “For the next 24 hours, I am NOT with you!” She came out pulling a tight blue top over her breasts.

“You can't be serious,” you pleaded.

There was a confidence in her now. Her shoulders were higher it seemed. “I'm dead serious. You made this bed, you can lie in it. This is your fault.” She flipped her hair back. “Who knows,” she smiled, “maybe I'll actually have some fun.” She went on to explain her version of the rules of this. You just stood there nodding. She insisted that for the next 24 hours, she was not with you as boyfriend and girlfriend, and that she was going to go out with Bill. He was going to get a chance to impress her as if she didn't have a boyfriend. You could do nothing. Since you created the situation, you could not complain, or whine or bitch or moan. If you did, the time would be extended. Morgan adjusted her yoga pants. “Besides, you don't have to worry,” she winked at you, “I never fuck on the first date!”

Her comments were like knives. Sex? You hadn't even considered that. Now it was in your head and the image flashed of Bill and Morgan fucking. It caused you to ejaculate a small amount of semen in your pants uncontrollably. You were in a daze as Morgan put on her workout shoes. Her tight small ass swayed and it made you ever so closer to cumming without even touching yourself.

“Are you staring again freak,” she almost spat. “This isn't going to do,” she said, “if this is going to work, you'll have to be someone else.” She went to the table and grabbed some large women's sunglasses. “At least for now. I can't have you staring the whole day. We are STILL getting me a massage, a manicure and a pedicure.” She went to put on her make-up, and you were dumbstruck by her words. “I think I'll call you Becky, or Becks for short.” She said. What was she saying. “My new BFF Becks!” What the hell was all this, it felt so emasculating but at the same time, your cock had a mind of its own. To say you wanted to cum was an understatement. “Becks,” Morgan called, “grab my purse from the room”. You walked in a strange confused haze as you did just as she said.

The next thing you know, you follow her down the stairs and she waved at Bill. “You're going to get your date Bill. Hope you're better with women than my LAST boyfriend!” She looked at you and shook her head.

“Wear something sexy babe!” He said chugging a beer. The word “babe” made you want to retch and somehow cum all at once.

“Don't call me that,” she rolled her eyes. At least some things didn't change. She then stopped at the door “Me and Becks are going to get mani-pedis and chat, tootles Bill,” she waved her hand like some valley girl airhead. It was not her personality. To see her in the role was exciting to say the least. She was walking and talking like some ditz.

“Who is Becks,” Bill laughed looking at me.

“This is Becks.” Morgan pointed to me. “My BFF!”

Bill chortled out with laughter. “Holy Shit. Friendzoned. No good dude!” You wanted to punch him, but you left with Morgan.

The day went on, and Morgan pulled you place to place. You sat with her as she gossiped about her friends and work. You actually got a manicure and a pedicure with her. The conversation were largely one sided, with Morgan talking all day. In fact, she talked more than you could ever remember. It wasn't as a girlfriend talks to a boyfriend, but more like a girl would talk with another girl. Friendzoned. The words repeated in your head. Had your own girlfriend put YOU in the friendzone. It seemed so.

When you went to get a pretzel, which you paid for, since you actually paid for all of this, you decided to test it. You reached up and put a hand on her back. She stepped away from you with a look of utter shock and horror. “Uh Becks....I'm not into you like that!” The look on her face of disgust looked so genuine. Was this a role? Or how she felt?

“So I can't even touch you,” you asked finally.

“That's another hour,” Morgan shook her head. “You know the rules BECKS!”

You followed Morgan to a yoga class. She was right in front of you, stretching and dipping, and bending over. Normally, she'd either tease you or not do it for fear you'd stare. Now, here she was. It was as if...as if...you weren't there. Or merely she now considered you harmless.

You drove back to the casino a few hours later. Bill hadn't moved. Or it at least appeared he hadn't. Morgan went upstairs, but looked down at you. “Don't follow me. The BFF thing isn't going to work if you're just staring at me and cumming your pants. BECKS isn't coming on OUR date!” Her words were strange.

Bill laughed and looked at your pants. There was a stain, and it was cum, but it wasn't a lot. You covered yourself and brushed it off.

“She gets me going too dude, don't worry. I gotta jack off to that girl like three times a week. BAM!” He made a jack off motion. He was talking about your girl as if she wasn't yours. Part of you thought Bill really didn't respect any relationship you had with her. It was clear now.

Bill and you sat drinking as if nothing was different. Morgan texted you to shower and get ready downstairs. So you got your bags when she was in the shower and went downstairs. You felt odd, but Bill seemed no different. Maybe a little eager.

An hour later, Morgan came down and your heart stopped. Bill was in the kitchen getting a beer. He couldn't see. He hadn't changed. Maybe a little. He put on a black polo shirt, and the same jeans and running shoes. Not the best dressed for a date. Morgan was the 180 opposite. Her silver strap heels clicked as she descended the stairs. She had on her tight jean skirt, and a orange tank top that pushed up her boobs. Her hair was in a ponytail, and straightened. Her make-up was perfect with red lipstick to top it all off. She looked stunning. But in a slutty way. It was not how she normally dressed at all. She had gone from a easy 7 or 8 to an instant 12. Why was she so well dressed for this?

“You can't wear that?” You blurted out. Morgan leered at me.

“DAMN! You looking fucking SMOKING hot!” Bill said as he adjusted her pants.

Morgan actually giggled and smiled at Bill. “Now THAT is an appropriate response oddly enough!” She looked Bill up and down. “Not bad yourself.”

She turned back to you, “Oh...he's here.” She looked at Bill. “I thought we were going to go out on a date Bill, why did you bring this asshole!” Apparently, your role had changed as she implied. No longer were you her harmless BFF, now she was treating you as she had treated Bill a night before.

“He's harmless, just needs a place to hang out!” Bill said and slapped you on the back.

Morgan went to the kitchen and began to get out the Patron. “Yeah, he probably can't get laid again. As per usual.” She poured two shots and came over and handed one to Bill. She wasn't even looking at you. “He looks like the kind of guy who hasn't gotten laid in months!” They both laughed. Why were they already talking like that. Like in a sexual manner.

You watched from the seat next to the couch as Morgan and Bill drank, all but ignoring me. It was the strangest thing to watch, the contrast between the two was obvious. Bill looked like slob, and Morgan looked like a super-model. What struck you was the calm comfortable demeanor between the two. Bill didn't seem nervous at all in fact, he was confident, almost sticking his chest out, and it seemed to put Morgan at ease herself. Normally, you'd have snapped a hundred pics by now. Bill didn't take one. Morgan was asking him questions she already knew about where he worked and what he did for fun. As if they were just meeting. She was really into these roles.

“I am an orderly, but I also work on cars,” he said to her.

“Oh..someone thinks he's a stud,” Morgan slapped his wrist and poured another drink. The sarcastic manner in which she was talking floored you. It was reminiscent of when you met her. That was her way of showing interest in a guy. She had TOLD you that.

At one point Bill went to get a beer. You looked to Morgan. “You can't dress like that!”

She finally came out of her role, “Why? I like the way I look. Bill certainly does!”

“You look like a....a....” you hesitated with your words.

“LIKE A WHAT?” Her eyes went low.

“A TRAMP!” You said out loud. That was it. She stood up and pushed you to the side. You knew you hit a nerve. Morgan told Bill that YOU could get them drinks. “He needs to be useful somehow!”

They didn't really talk to you at all from that point. Except for drinks. Morgan picked up her phone and texted someone. Your phone buzzed. You looked at it. Morgan didn't look your way. She texted you. “That's another four hours for calling me a Tramp you fucking little dicked wimp!” Damn. Another four hours. What was that now? six more hours on top of the twenty-four.

You watched Morgan's feet dangle in those heels. They looked so sexy. Too sexy for a guy like Bill. What did she see in HIM, you strangely thought for a half second. She wasn't into him. No. Though, her posture was completely turned towards Bill. You wondered what that meant. Her legs were crossed towards him. Didn't that mean she preferred him, if you remembered body language lessons from school.

“I think your buddy has a foot freak thing!” Morgan finally said, noticing you looking at her feet.

“Huh,” Bill looked over to you.

“He's just like staring at my feet.” She twirled her feet in the heels, “You got like a fetish dude,” she was taunting you, as she knew you did. You often took pictures of her feet in heels. It got you so hot. It also annoyed her to hell, as it was one of the only ways you two could get on the same page of horniness to have sex. “You gonna cum your little pants.” She teased.

You adjusted in your seat feeling your balls swell, and your cock stiffen. The way she was treating you was so erotic, and somehow so embarrassing at the same time. She gave you that look of disgust again and put her feet on the floor.

“You're creeping her out dude,” Bill said.

You wanted to scream out. She was YOUR girlfriend. You could stare if you wanted to.

The conversation turned away from you, thankfully, and now to Morgan's friends Hillary and Melanie. Both of whom Morgan had slept with. Bill was trying to play it off like he didn't know what Morgan was talking about. She just laughed.

“Come on, I know what happens. We talk.” She slapped his hands again. “Hillary is a total slut, but I mean, Melanie, she's actually kind of a good girl!”

“And what about you,” Bill gave her a sly look.

Morgan laughed again. “Look at you. Think your a stud huh,” she actually said something that made your eyes open. “I'm not as slutty as Hillary, but I'm not EXACTLY a prude like Melanie either,” she winked and moved her hand back and forth jokingly as if to say she's half way between the two.

You didn't know what to say or think. Your heart was pounding. Morgan must be reading your mind. She pointed to you. “What about him, has he had sex with as many girls as you.”

Bill shrugged, “I don't know...didn't you hook up with Hillary before ah...” he was talking about Morgan, but it simply wasn't true.

Morgan chimed in. “Hillary wouldn't fuck him. I know. She tells me all the time. None of my friends would fuck this guy!”

“What about you,” Bill said playing another sly game. “Would you go out with him?”

Morgan played her role, and said “I wouldn't date this fucking guy if he paid me.”

You felt your lip quiver. She actually reached over and put a hand on your knee. “Oh don't feel bad. I'm just like WAY out of your league. But you know that.” She went back to talking to Bill. This was more than you could take. Your dick HAD to be relieved. You went to the guest bathroom and pulled your dick out over the toilet. It took one good pull and you came hard. All over the toilet. Your breathing came back and your heart settled. You cleaned up and went back into the den.

“Whoa,” Bill said looking at your face which was flush red and a little sweaty. “You just drop a shit?”

Morgan looked at you intently. “Either that or the freak just jerked off!”

Bill laughed, “He wouldn't do that.”

Morgan looked away from me. “He looks like the kind of guy that would steal my panties and sniff them while he jerks off. I'm telling you.” She was right again. She was talking about all things she had caught you doing and yelled at you for. “He probably just jerked off to my feet. He stared for an hour!” She was right. Again. You turned red. She turned away shaking her head.

Bill got up and went to go piss. You put your hands up in a confused manner. “Are you being serious? You're not into him are you?”

Morgan didn't even turn her head this time. Bill came back and tried to sit on the outside of Morgan, but she shook her head and scooted over so Bill was in between you on the love seat and them on the couch. “What's wrong,” Bill asked, seeing a concerned Morgan.

“He's like hitting on me, telling me I shouldn't go out with you.” She gave you an annoyed look. “This guy is a loser.” She made a cringing move with her body, as if a chill went down her spine. It made you feel two inches tall, but somehow your cock was hard again. Did you like this ****? “Can we just talk about something else.

The two went to talking about what was on TV and you were saved once again from embarrassment. UFC fights were on and Bill said he trained. Morgan cooed, “Ooooh...maybe you ARE a stud.” Morgan did like mixed martial arts. Bill did NOT really train. Maybe one day.

Bill pointed to the fridge. “Hey Becks,” he called to you, “Grab me a beer.”

That is when Morgan almost spit her drink out and laughed hard. “Becks isn't here. Just that loser! I'd prefer Becks.”

They chatted and talked for an hour as they drank a LOT. Bill kept getting up to piss. You finally said something again. “Listen, I'm sorry about being mean. You look VERY nice. Too nice. You can't really go out with him.” You moved closer, “we can just call it a night, and I'll take you out.”

Bill was walking back into the room, Morgan pulled back. “DUDE!” She shouted. She stood up looking directly at you. “I am NOT into you.” She shook her head and pointed to her body, her legs, her breasts and her face. Your girlfriend said something that made you almost pee yourself in shame. “I WOULD NEVER DATE YOU! GIRLS LIKE ME DON'T DATE LOSERS LIKE YOU!” Was she serious!

She walked to the kitchen, and Bill and you watched her ass and legs as she sauntered away slowly. She called for Bill with a finger and poured more shots. You heard her talk about how she just wanted to “get away” from YOU. What was all this, and why did it turn you on so much?

“Just give him a chance!” Bill said in her ear. It made your head spin. That is EXACTLY what you told Morgan to do with Bill. Had the roles reversed so fast? She nodded and looked at Bill and sighed.

Morgan walked over, patted you in the back and grabbed her bag. “Where are we going? What you got planned big guy,” she held her hand out for Bill to take it and your cock spurted seeing them hold hands. Why was this turning you on?

Bill talked about dinner, and a movie, and then drinks after. You guessed you were driving as he handed you the keys. You guess that means you cant drink too much either.

“You really got a lot planned there stud,” Morgan joked. you watched her walk next to him. In her heels she looked three feet taller.

“I just want us to have a good time. Want the night to really pop off for us!” Bill said.

Morgan laughed. “If we are having a good time stud, you'll be popping off before the movie is even over!” HOLY SHIT, did she just say that. What does that even mean?

You drove them to the restaurant across from the theater. They were whispering and laughing in the back. You couldn't believe HOW much Morgan was laughing. Was she serious about all this and everything she was saying, and the flirting. Somehow your cock came back to life just hearing them chat.

When you got to the restaurant, you walked behind them. They weren't even paying attention to you. You got ahead of them as Morgan was looking through her purse for a gift card. A card YOU had given her. Now she was using a gift to date your asshole friend. You made your way to the front of the line to put your name down for a table for three. There was a half hour wait.

From behind, Bill came up and said “Table for two!” Morgan was right next to him, and they were looking past you to the hostess.

“Right this way,” the young chunky girl said and called them to go sit. Bill winked at you and patted your back.

“I got a table for three!” You stated as they walked away.

Morgan, and not Bill spoke. “Who are you with?”

The hostess asked if they were with you. Morgan shook her head. “He's not with us, no!”

The hostess pointed to the bar. “If you're by yourself you'll need to sit at the bar. We don't have room.”

Morgan giggled and put her hands over her mouth. “They're putting him at the bar with the other dateless freaks.” Bill put his arm on the small of her back, and you watched your girlfriend go sit to have dinner with your rival and friend.

They were talking too far away for you to hear, but they were drinking. A lot. More than they already had. Morgan was all but dying laughing at everything Bill said. You ate alone, constantly looking back. The bartender made a comment. “Yeah that girl is smoking hot. Lucky guy!” She was by far the hottest girl in the place, it was obvious, but she was with HIM and not YOU. This was like a dream come true for Bill.

You waited for them to pay for their bill, and followed them out and up the hill to the theater. They weren't even looking back to see if your were there. They were engaged in conversation the whole time, with Morgan doing the sarcastic flirting the whole time. Bill held the door for her. Something he never does. You heard Morgan say “WOW a gentlemen, that'll get you a LOT. I mean A LOT!” She joked.

Morgan went to the bathroom, and finally Bill acknowledged you. “Things are going great dude! She is totally into me!”

You tried to stay brave and brush it off. “I doubt it dude, its just her way of getting to know you.”

“I got her bro,” Bill said, “Trust me, you'll hear ALL about it!”

Morgan came back, and you walked up to the ticket guy. “I'll take one for American Assassin!”

Bill came up behind you, “Two for IT”

You looked at them. “I thought we agreed to American Assassin!”

Bill looked at Morgan, she just smiled and lifted her eyes and shrugged, and then Bill turned to me. “Dude I'm on a date here, we need a LITTLE privacy!”

Morgan hooked her arm under Bill's arm and walked away from you towards the popcorn stand. You heard her mutter something about “who goes to a movie alone anymore. Perverts and freaks!”

You could do nothing now. You would have to go pay for another ticket, and as you did you saw the movie was in three theatres. You wouldn’t know which one. For a half hour you searched and searched. Nothing. You tried all the theatres showing IT. But it was too dark in the theatre. You had an idea. You went to one theatre and texted Morgan. She hadn't responded since before the date to any of your texts. You were asking where they were. Wondering if this was costing another hour. It wasn’t for the response so much as the light. In the second theater you saw it high up. It had to be the two of them.

You walked up towards the back, several rows down. You were actually afraid to be seen, but they were whispering back and forth and pointing to the screen. As if you didn't even just walk in. That is when you heard Morgan. “Put it away. OH MY FUCKING GOD BILL!” Then she started to laugh.

Bill was saying “just a little” or something like that. You could hear them now getting louder. Morgan seemed to be annoyed, but still laughing pretty hard.

You looked back to see Morgan put Bill's windbreaker over his body and then look around. You ducked down when she looked around your area. Seconds later you heard the “thwap” of the jacket moving. The sound was echoing loudly in the room, it began to build a rhythm. “Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap,” and then you heard a low moan.

“FUCCCCCCCK!” Bill groaned, and you swore you heard a squirting/splashing noise. Morgan began to laugh.

You couldn't believe anything you just heard. It couldn't have been. No way. Had she just. Did he just? Your cock was stiff and hard. It was going to burst. You raced down the side and out the theatre to the bathroom. You sat down and jerked off. It only took two hard pulls this time. It was intense and full.

You sighed and came out, and there was Bill. He was pissing. “Hey dude, how you doing,” He patted you on the back. Then he held out his fingers. “Smell this shit bro!”

You took a whiff of his fingers and as strong pungent odor was on them. It was not familiar but it was strong. It made your cock instinctively rise at its scent. “What is that!”

“That's her bro!” He winked and walked out.

You were floored. Had your friend just fingered your girlfriend. You were already suspicious she had given him a handjob. The scent though, it was different. Surely you'd smelled Morgan before down there? Had you? Had you ever taken the time? The smell was so strong and effective on your senses.

You didn't even go back. An hour and a half later they came to your car. They got in the back, and talked and chatted. Morgan was saying “cut it out” a lot and telling him he's “so bad” in a joking way. You parked across from the bar and you all got in line.

The bouncer saw Morgan, and looked her up and down. He said “You're good,”

She pointed to Bill, “Can I get my date in?” The bouncer nodded and Bill and her went through and into the bar.

You tried to follow but were stopped by the bouncer. “No hot girls, no entry.”

You pointed to Morgan. “I'm with her!”

Morgan turned and laughed. “He's definitely NOT with ME!”

So you had to wait about an hour to even get into the bar. When you did you found Morgan and Bill. They were dancing. At least you think it was dancing. Bill was grinding on Morgan's ass and she was rubbing against him. It was something she always said she HATED at bars. The grinding dancing that drunk stupid girls do. It was obvious she was drunk. Not too drunk to black out, but she was wasted. What struck you was how happy she looked. She was generally smiling and laughing at Bill's antics.

Eventually they met you at the bar. Morgan was slurring slightly. “Oh my god, I can't believe they let YOU in,” she laughed. “At least get us drinks.” You did as she told.

Morgan poked you in the stomach as she took a shot. “Ok...time to fess up. Bill here.” She gave a thumb back to Bill, “tells me you said you've had sex in the past week.” She looked you up and down. “That is TOTAL bullshit!”

Your face went red. She had already joked about this. Bill had picked up on it. She was back on it. “I mean. I did get a blo.....”

Morgan shook her head and smiled. “You didn't get shit. Girls can tell. You can see it on a guy. You haven't been laid in a MONTH!” She pushed you slightly. “Admit it.”

You sighed and shrugged trying to laugh at Bill to ease the tension. “I've been busy and all!”

“HAHAHAHAHA!” Bill died laughing, Morgan was almost keeled over. “Dude, that sucks! You don't gotta lie.” He pulled you in. “Maybe I can hook you up with Morgan's friends.”

Morgan grabbed Bill's beer and sipped it. “Not gonna happen.” She then looked down and laughed her own face going red. “I haven't had sex in a month either.” This hurt you worse than her making fun of you. Now she was telling Bill this.

Bill put his arm around her waist. “No way a girl like you needs to be treated right.”

Morgan spun around, her arms around his shoulders. “I know, hot girls like me deserve sex ALL day!” She started to laugh and whispered in his ear. She grabbed his hand, but looked at you and then pointed to some girls behind you. “Go talk to some girls. You don't have a girl. You won't get laid, but practice will help.” She looked you over. “A LOT of practice.” She then pulled Bill to the dance-floor.

Again, you were no longer a part of their night. At one point you watched Bill move in. Bill bent down and kissed her neck, and then you saw it happen. She lifted her head and they met lips. Right on the dancefloor. Another thing Morgan hated. Making out at bars. However, as you watched, she seemed to be VERY good at it. Their heads twisted and turned. Bill's hands were groping her ass. Your cock again needed attention. It had a mind of its own. You couldn't do it here. Could you?

You made your way to the bathroom and found a stall. It took five strong jerks now and more cum somehow came out. Why were you reacting in such a way. You returned to see them still kissing. They went at it for fifteen more minutes and Morgan's head dropped onto his shoulder. She was drunk as hell. Bill finally saw you and winked and then made the humping signal with his fists. He then looked around and lifted her skirt, so that you could see the white panties that she had on. They made her ass look like an apple. It wasn't a thong, but they shaped her ass perfectly. She pushed his hands down.

You went up to them and Morgan shook her head. “Uggh...he's still here!”

Bill gave you a high-five and said to go get some shots. You nodded, ready to get Morgan home. This had gone too far. She was too drunk. It took you a while to get the drinks. When you came back Morgan and Bill were gone. You spent a half hour looking for them. You got a cab back to the casino and went to open the suite door. You looked down to see a sock on the door. Holy shit, this was Bill's old sign of “I have a girl in here.” He would do it at your dorm or your apartment to fuck girls, since he lived at home with his parents. Was he fucking your girlfriend. Had it truly happened? It couldn't.

You knocked on the door. Emasculated once again. However, you got a text from Bill. “Give me an hour bro. We using the hottub out on the deck. Go get a drink.” A minute later another came through. “And buy more condoms dude. You only brought a box of three. Come on dude, rookie mistake!”

Your heart was racing and your cock was aching. What were they doing? He wasn't fucking her? Would she let him? She was drunk as hell after all. Another text came through about buying Tylenol.

The hour was spent in the casino bathroom jerking off and then going to get a beer. You found yourself at the store looking at the condoms. Could you really do this. You sighed and bought another two boxes and some beers and pain medicine. You'd need condoms yourself. Finally you went back to the room, and the key worked. The inner lock wasn't on. You went inside, and the first thing you noticed was that smell. It was the same pungent odor you had smelled on Bill's fingers. It was all over the room now. That's when you heard the bed above creaking. And then the moans. Slow and soft at first, then loud and obvious. You recognized your girlfriend’s voice as she was screaming “OH GOD BILL! OH GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN! I'VE NEVER BEEN FUCKED SOOOOO GOOOD!”

You tried to block out the sounds of fucking. It was difficult. You saw a condom on the table by the couch. You could smell it from three feet away. That same pungent odor was on it. Used and dripping cum. Then you went to the bathroom and saw another condom floating in the toilet. The bed upstairs was banging hard against the ground. Morgan was screaming “FUCK ME STUD! FUCK ME! IT'S SO NICE! SO BIIIIGG!!!” Guess her no sex on the first date rule was broken you somehow laughed.

So many conflicting emotions as you walked through the room seeing their clothes everywhere. The hottub was still on, and a condom hung off the side. He had used them all already? How was that possible. You worried about what was happening upstairs.

You sat down on the couch and drank beers as your girlfriend fucked your asshole friend and your heard every minute of it. There was finally a break at around 2AM. Bill came down and sat with you. You didn't know what to say.

Bill spoke. “HOLY FUCK DUDE! That girl is amazing!” He grabbed a beer from the fridge. “I've wanted to fuck that girl for AGES dude!” He sat down and drank heavily. “It's like an itch I just NEEDED to scratch you know!”

He lifted his glass for you to clink it in a toast. As if I'm supposed to be happy for him. It made you mad. “OH MY GOD THAT PUSSY DUDE!” He shook his head. “It's like she's a virgin. You never told me she was that tight!” You couldn't speak. My dick again was growing hard. Such brazen talk. Such an asshole. “And that mouth dude. She sucks you so good it hurts!” He sighed and sat deep into the cushions.

Bill saw the bag on the couch. “You got em. My man!” He slapped my back.

You finally asked where Morgan was, and Bill said in the bathroom talking a bath or so he thought. You watched a few minutes of an X-Men movie, and Bill began to snore.

You heard clicking on the stairs and you turned to see Morgan walking down. She was tying a strap around a satin robe. Her long lovely legs shown as the robe flowed. She still had on the heels. She wasn't even covering the lower part of her body, just her breasts which dangled under the fabric. Her small boobs bounced, and it was clear she had no bra. As she walked to the fridge she bent down and you saw she had those white panties on and it made her ass pop out as the side of the robe slid back. Your cock burned to life once again.

She came over drinking a water. “Did you get the Advil?”

You nod, and pointed to the bag. To embarrassed, ashamed, and aroused to speak.

She smiled. “My BFF Becks coming through.” She opened the bags and grabbed the condoms. “More condoooooss sweeeeeet!” She made a raise the roof sign with her hands. “You're the best Becks!” You guessed she had brought you back into that role of friend. It was so weird and so strange how easily she transitioned and how much she stayed with it. “Tomorrow we are getting mimosas in the morning and going over my BIG date!” She pointed to Bill then held out her hands holding up ten fingers and mouthing something that looked like “ten times”. That was NOT possible. It made you mind race. Why was she telling you all this in this manner. Why were you so hard?

She kicked Bill's leg. “Let's go big guy!” She pointed to the deck. “Jacuzzi time!” She then pointed to the guest room. “You mind crashing early Becks. So we can have some fun!”

You had no idea what to say or do. You just obeyed. Just like the wimp she said you were. You were shocked, ashamed, and turned on all at once. As you laid in the bed, you heard the splashing and the fucking. At one point you walked out and peaked out. Morgan's back was all you saw as she moved up and down on Bill. You went back in your room and jerked off once again. This time you fell asleep.

You woke up at four in the morning to banging from upstairs. “OH FUCK BILL! OH FUCK! OH MY GOD! SOOOO GOOOOD!” Guess you weren't sleeping up there tonight. You couldn't sleep and went out to the couch. Impossibly there were used condoms EVERYWHERE. The boxes were empty and you counted four more fully used condoms. How many times could Bill cum. It wasn't possible but the evidence was everywhere.

That's when you walked out to the hot-tub to shut it off. You noticed something white hanging off the side. It was Morgan's panties. The same panties she had on all day. You sighed. You can't do it, you told yourself. But you reached down, and picked them up. The scent hit you long before the panties were even near your nose. That strong odor that made your cock almost sing. You found yourself masturbating right there while you sniffed her panties. Then you felt the fabric against your face and wondered how it would feel on your dick. You knew you shouldn't but you HAD to. Slowly you began fucking her panties.

“Looks like you found a date after all,” Morgan said from behind me. Bill wasn't there. Morgan was in the hall inside the sliding door watching. Her arms were crossed and she was shaking her head. “You're a pretty sick freak,” she muttered shaking her head over and over. “Get used to those panties. THAT is your girlfriend for the rest of the weekend loser!” She walked away.

“What?” You said following fast.

Morgan, now without the heels grabbed two beers and walked up the steps. “I mean you can't control yourself so you've extended this another night. Tomorrow night is double date night!” She laughed.

“What? I don't have a date?” You responded.

“You do. You're dating my panties. You've already fucked them loser!” She waved you off and went back in the room.

What did she mean?

So where do you want this to go?

1. She treats him like the third wheel again

2. She treats him like a BFF/harmless friend

3. She makes him bring the panties around

Which one do you want to see?

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