The Girlfriend

Emma stared at me from across the table. I glanced up from my homework, looked around, then focused on her. “Uh. Something wrong?”

She shook her head.

“You’re staring.”

She nodded.

I didn’t say anything as she continued to stare at me. My eyes narrowed, suspicion growing inside me. Frowning, I sighed. “Fine, I’ll bite. What are you thinking about?”

That little grin of hers, like I’d done exactly what she wanted me to do.

“Wondering which one you’ll like more, Colin cumming on my tits, or blowing his load over my pussy.”

“Jesus,” I gasped as my head was a swivel. Thankfully, no one heard that. “You’re one fucked up girl, you know that?”

Her grin widened. “And what does that make you?”

“A madman.”

“I prefer perverted boyfriend. It’s more ‘you.’”

I set my pencil down, giving her my attention. “You are far more perverted than I am.”

She gave me a fake look of horror mixed with looking offended. “I can’t believe you would even suggest that! After you **** me into all this depravity—”

“Me? Me? I’m a helpless, innocent lamb being led astray by a demented shepherd.”

“Is that how you see yourself? Maybe you are a madman. After you send me out to collect material for your deranged purposes…” she said with an accusing look.

“I do no such thing! You do that yourself.” I picked up my pencil and focused on my paper.

“Then tell me to stop.”

Blinking, I looked up to see her leaning towards me, a serious expression on her face. “What?”

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“No you won’t,” I said, pulling my eyes from her. My heart was pounding. Damn her intense stares. Even now, they still got me.

“Is that what you tell yourself? That I won’t listen to you?”

“It’s the truth.”

“Is it?” She was grinning now. A bored cat playing with her toy. “Tell me to stop then.”

I didn’t say anything. After a long moment of silence, she leaned back into her chair with a smug smile.

“See? Pervert.”

Shaking my head, I plugged numbers into the formula and started solving.

We talked for another half hour. Emma managed to sneak in some light innuendos and teases, but it was an overall enjoyable afternoon together. We were in the middle of talking about plans after graduation when she got a text. Reading it, she frowned.

“What?” I asked, seeing her expression.

“It’s Colin.” She silently read whatever message he sent her before typing one of her own.

“Something wrong?”

She sighed, shaking her head. Stretching, she let out a huff. “His parents are going to be out for an hour or so and wants me to come over.”

I looked down at my homework. “You going?”

There was a hesitation. When she didn’t respond, I glanced up. She was waiting for me. The usual smile was missing, though I could see the excitement in her eyes. “Do you want me to?” she asked in her best library whisper.

“I’d rather continue talking.”

“I would too.” One second. Two. Three… “But…”

Of course.

“You wouldn’t get your picture.”

“Tempting.”

“Yeah?” she said, perking up.

I made a show of thinking about it. Shaking my head, I turned back to my work. “Eh.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means what it means. ‘Eh.’” She huffed, trying to get my attention. I waited a few seconds before acting like I had a revelation. “Oh! You know what would be awesome?” She tilted her head slightly. “A video of it.”

She looked momentarily stunned. Then she smiled. “Per~vert.”

I waved her off. “Go. Maybe now I can get some work done.”

Gathering her stuff, she walked around the table to stand beside me. I felt her kiss on my cheek. “I’ll get you something good.”

Looking over, she was already walking away. My eyes lingered, sliding down to appreciate the slight sway to her hips.

I turned back to my work after she disappeared, but couldn’t focus. Tapping my pen against the paper, my thoughts took me away from the moment as I reflected on things. We had only been dating for a little over a week and I still was a little overwhelmed by everything. Emma’s friends were surprisingly cool. It made me realize my earlier failure with connecting with them hadn’t been a problem of mismatched likes and dislikes, but that I never actually tried to talk to or get to know them. That wasn’t me anymore. Putting myself out there often led to a few embarrassing missteps, but how could that even begin to compare to the stuff Emma put me through? No one seemed to mind my social flops, and every day I got a little better at avoiding them.

Dare I say... I might even be learning to enjoy socializing.

They were a surprisingly accepting group and I found I enjoyed hanging out with them. Certainly made lunch better. It made me wonder if I could somehow get Mike into the group. It would be rough since he was more socially anxious than I was, but maybe…

I sighed. I should ask Emma about it. I hated having two separate friend groups. Mike might have been my best friend, but I was also his only friend—well, besides Emma. He had done a lot for me, so I wanted to help him out too.

I went through the rest of the day without much thought, going through the routine. It was about fifteen till midnight when I got the text. Emma. All she had sent was a heart emoji.

A simple image and it sent a tingling excitement through my body.

Rushing over to my computer, I navigated to the shared Google folder and found it right where I expected it. The video clip was only seventeen seconds long, but I tossed on my headphones and opened it.

It was a bit shaky, but it was enough to see what was going on.

Colin was holding the camera, filming it with one hand as he rapidly ran his other along the shaft of his cock. Sounds assaulted me, mainly his loud groans as he furiously worked himself to orgasm. If I listened close enough, I could hear Emma’s panting in the background.

The video shook slightly as he kept the shot fairly close. The condom they’d been using had been torn off, resting near the tuff of hair Emma kept neatly trimmed in a line.

“That’s it,” she murmured. “Cum on my pussy.”

He let out a loud groan. The tip of his cock got closer to those moist lips. Lips he had been fucking moments ago. I held my breath, expecting him to push it inside. He stopped at the last possible distance before jerking and shooting his load. I watched, listening to his heavy groans as his cum splattered over her neatly trimmed hair.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pumping his cock slower. It pulsed as he pulled away, cum dribbling onto her skin.

“Give that,” Emma ordered. The camera jerked and I suddenly found myself looking at a flushed Emma. She was still breathing hard, hair clumped to her sweat-streaked face. She gave me a weak smile. It looked like she was about to say something, then decided against it at the last moment. Instead, she simply stared at the camera and blew me a kiss.

I let out a long breath.

“Fuck you, Emma,” I said softly before bringing the tissues closer and starting the video over.

I really was a pervert.

I hated when she was right.