Freddie and Nick

“Freddie?” I called back, a lump in my throat.

Muttering and hushed whispers came from the lounge, and Freddie appeared in the doorway. He was blonde, and fairly well built, being on the school football team, and he had an expression of surprise mixed with delight on his face. “You actually showed,” he said.

“Yeah.” I tried to stop my fear from showing, and I had to **** myself not to shuffle my feet.

“Fuck, she’s here?” Another voice came from behind Freddie, along with a set of footsteps, and Nick’s face popped up over Freddie’s shoulder. Yeah, Nick as in Chrissie’s boyfriend. What a dickhead. “Hey, Emily,” he grinned.

“Nick.”

“Where’s the lingerie?” Freddie asked.

Wordlessly, I unbuttoned the trench coat and let it fall to the floor; for good measure, I also took off my shoes and my beanie. Freddie's eyes widened, and I swear to God Nick started salivating. Even out of the corner of my eye, I saw both their pants swell. That was a good sign.

“Whoa,” Nick muttered.

They both simply stared at me for a moment, until I started getting uncomfortable. Well, more uncomfortable. “Well? You’ve got an hour,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Follow me,” Freddie said, going back into the lounge. I followed, and Nick brought up the rear, staring at my ass the whole time. The guys sat on the couch with a small gap between them, now not even trying to hide their boners. “Come sit on my lap,” Freddie ordered.

Hesitantly, I obeyed, straddling his legs so that my boobs were mere inches from his face. As I did so, I felt Nick’s hungry eyes on my skin, and despite myself my pussy began to moisten. Slowly, Freddie held my chin and brought my lips to his; automatically my eyes closed and my tongue pushed into his mouth. After a moment, I stopped. What the fuck am I doing? I’m cheating on Liam, whether he knows it or not. And from the way this is going I’m going to sleep with my best friend’s boyfriend.