Becks and Morgan have drinks!

“Buzzzzzzzzz”

Your phone vibrated on the table in the guest room of the hotel suite. You were relieved not to hear any noises. You looked at your phone and saw that Morgan had texted you. “Be ready in twenty Becks! Morning Margs!”

You're head ached. Too much ****. You got up and took a pee, and then went to the den of the suite. It was a mess of beer cans, bottles, wine bottls, little liqour shots from the mini-bar (who'd pay for those, you thought). The worst thing was the smell, and the condoms everywhere. The smell had turned from that intoxicating pungant primal scent that aroused you to just a purtid stench. You heard a light sound, like lips smacking or something.

You went out and opened the deck doors, letting fresh air in. You began to pick up the mess. You used a trash bag to pick up the condoms. When you turned with a full bag, you were shocked to see the bedroom door on the second floor was open. You could see into the room. Your eyes went wide at seeing Bill sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands were on your girlfriend's head. She was on her hands and knees bobbing up and down. Her mouth on Bill's cock. She was sucking his dick. It made you stiff to see such a lurid action, let alone one between your girlfriend and dickhead friend. You watched mesmerized, actually jealous of how big Bill's cock was. You had seen it, flaccid, but never hard. It was almost twice your length. Or at least it appeared. Morgan was trying to suck his dick was a better way of putting it. She could barely put half down her throat in that position. Momentarily, you actually thought that it would work better if she was on the bed to the side of him. Why did you think that? Did you want to help them? Of course not.

Bill caught you looking and gave you a smile and a “thumbs up” and pointed down to her. You sighed with anger and jealousy and kept walking, not wanting to see anymore. Or did you? Your cock ached. You continued to clean, hearing more lip smakcing and the now obvoious noises associated with a girl giving a blowjob and a guy reciving one. His grunts grew louder and closer. Maybe if he came early he'd be spent, you thought. You looked around at all the condoms and retracted that statement. You walked back to the deck to check for more empty cans. You turned quickly to glance at the upper bedroom. Morgan must have read your mind, because she was on the side of Bill oppoiste your position. She was no longer havign any trouble and you watched his cock disappear down into her mouth and reappear. You watched this one more time before getting a knot in your stomach. Still your cock was burning with life.

You retreated to your “room”. Morgan's panties were in the bathroom. They still had her scent, but were crusty with you own...ahem....stuff. Still, you needed relief. The whiff of her pussy scent was all you needed as you pulled on your four inch cock. It felt embarassing as hell, knowing how much smaller it was now, and that right above you Bill was getting his dick sucked by YOUR girlfriend. All these thoughts made your cock spurt cum right onto the wall. You felt a wash of relief.

You went back to cleaning, and as you finished you went out to peak one more time. As you looked up you almost gasped. Morgan's head was stationary and she was on the ground. Bill was slamming his cock into her mouth. Morgan's eyes were teary and she was gagging. Was she willing? Surely she didn't want this. It looked like Bill was literally fucking her face. You heard your friend make a loud grunt. “FUUUUUCK BABE!” As he pulled her head in. She began to gasp and you saw her neck muscles move. A large amount of cum came out of her mouth and rolled down off her chin. You looked away, realizing you had just seen Bill cum in her mouth.

As you walked back to your room, you felt such shame at how hard you were once again. You walked into the room, and saw Bill's bag. Something gave you a desire to search. For what you didn't know. As you opened the pouched in the front you saw the small single pack viagra pills. The ones his dad had. They had his name on them in fact. He was stealing them. He was basically cheating, you told yourself. With this new information maybe Morgan would stop this. Even though it was your fault, maybe this would embarrass Bill.

Five minutes later you were in the shower, and heard the shower upstairs being used. The mental image of Morgan's face getting fucked still in your mind. You used the soap to deal with this newest erection. You got ready. Morgan texted you to “put on the Beck's glasses”. You did as told, by now just wanting this to be over and not talk about it ever again.

Morgan came down finally, and she had on a tight white top and black yoga pants. Her body was amazing. She wore white tennis shoes. She had on a pair of large glasses herself. “OMG Becks,” she rubbed her head. “So hung over.”

“Where is Bill,” was all you could say, but you did want to know.

Morgan went to the fridge and got a water. “Uh...sleeping,” she looked back and made a blowjob signal with her mouth and left hand. “Men.” She laughed.

As she walked over you saw the white cum still in her dark black hair. There was also still a dried cum streak on her cheek. “Morgan...uh...” you pointed to her hair.

“What's wrong?” she asked.

You pointed again. “You have...uh....”

Morgan got impatient. “Just fucking tell me Becks! What is it!”

You heaved a sigh and just muttered. “YOU HAVE CUM IN YOUR HAIR AND ON YOUR FACE!”

Her face went beat red. She was actually embarrassed. How strange. She grabbed a towel and went to the fridge and tried to wipe it out in the reflection from the fridge. “Ugh...I think I sucked him too hard this morning.” She huffed. “He came so much.” She looked back at you. “I got SO face fucked this morning. It shows doesn't it”.

You just nodded. What a tough problem to have, you joked to yourself. Sucked too hard. Bill must be pissed, you joked again.

She walked over and looked at you showing you both sides of her face. “Did I get it?”

“No,” you shook your head, “it's on your chin.” She handed you the rag, after licking it. Really? You couldn't believe it, but you just sighed and then wiped your friend's cum off your girlfriend's chin. Something about it all still made your cock come to life.

Morgan grabbed her purse. You went into your room to grab your phone and some of the single viagra packs. You were going to expose Bill. You just followed Morgan like, well, a BFF would.

“What do you want to do? Mimosas at the buffet, or Margs at the Mexican place.” Morgan asked pressing the button.

You took a breath. Even though you were hung over. You needed something strong. “I'd prefer Margs!”

Morgan looked at you and nodded. “I am so with you, big time hard liqour!” She sounded so ditzy. She held out her fist. “Pound it!” Did she want you to “fist pump” her. You just did it and she smiled. So this was your contact at this point. Fist bumps. When would this end.

You found a spot right near the bar, and had drinks delivered quickly. Considering it was only 0830 in the morning. Morgan took a huge sip. “Oh my god,” she finally spoke, “my night was SO fun. We got dinner, saw a movie, danced.” She shrugged. “Bill isn't all that bad!”

“What do you like him?” You asked confused, asking as if she was a girl in grade school with a crush.

Morgan looked down. “I don't think I “like him” like him. If that's what you mean. We just had fun.” She took a sip of her drink. “Why,” she added without looking up, “did he say something about me?”

It was all too surreal. Was she asking her boyfriend whether his dickhead friend “liked her”. What did it matter. Was Morgan taking to these roles more than you thought? You thought about yelling for this to stop right then, but remembered what she had seen last night. If you didn't play this out, would she ever forgive you. You just played along once again. Defeated. “He said he thinks you're smoking hot,” which he truly had said.

“Really,” Morgan's head picked up and she smiled. “I mean I'm cute, but I don't know about hot!” You rolled your eyes under your glasses. Morgan took down a large sip and drank down the entire drink. She ordered another and two shots and burped. “Ooooh. I needed this.”

The waiter brought back the drinks, and Morgan held up her shot glass to toast. You just did as she did. She then grabbed your hands. “So Becks. Remember that no sex on the first date rule....” she looked down with a sly smile. “I broke that. I did.”

Was she just sticking it to you now. You guessed she was. This was punishement. You just grinded your teeth. “REALLY?”

Morgan nodded. Her face again turning red. Was she embarrassed? She put her hands on her face. “I did. We fucked SOOOOOOO much. Like ten times. And I sucked him off.” She held out three fingers. “Three times.” Then she added another finger. “And once this morning.”

“Really,” you added with sarcasm in your tone. “Must have been a messy room,” you joked. You just couldn't play along, you thought. Maybe one joke would turn the table.

Morgan just looked up for a second then took another sip of her drink. “Yeah, it was,” she sipped the drink again. “You know what though. Some little dicked male maid must have cleaned it all up. It was perfect this morning.” She looked up at the ceiling, “God, what that guy must have thought with all those used condoms.” She turned to you. “Do you think the little dicked wimp maid will bring more condoms? Is it that kind of place?” You didn't know how to respond. She looked at you sternly. “I'd make a real strong request that he does bring more condoms!” She then smiled. “Shot time!”

More shots came out, and Morgan began to drink and talk. Again, it was more like you were a harmless friend. The waiter came by and asked if you if you wanted more shots for you and your lovely girlfriend. Morgan gave him a look and laughed. “No...we are NOT together.”