Try to get a blowjob from my best friend

I rolled.

FOUR.

I turn to Meg, “I have a question for you. You have to tell the truth.”

“Sure,” Meg said, wondering what flirty question I was going to ask.

“Whose penis did you touch this summer before mine?”

She was shocked I asked the question.

Carol cheered, “Hell yeah Chandler! She’s not so innocent!”

Meg shook her head, “What if I don’t want to answer?”

“Just answer,” said Jess.

With tears in her eyes, Meg said, “Please don’t be angry.”

“What did you do?” I asked. I was getting heated.

Shaking, Meg said, “It was early in the summer. I didn’t know you. It was the first big weekend out. I was drunk. I made out with him. I resisted his advances, but gave him a handjob. He convinced me to let him finish in my mouth.”

“Who was it?” I asked again.

“Your friend Joey. It was the first time I met him. He seemed so nice that night.”

My virgin summer fling let the biggest asshole I know come in her mouth the first time she met him. She barely touched my dick after eight weeks of dating. I was in shock. My whole view of Meg changed. I felt betrayed.

I stood up. I couldn’t be in the same room with her right now. I was going to explode and I didn’t want that to happen. I stormed out the front door into the cool Maine night.

I couldn’t stop picturing Meg hand and mouth on Joey’s dick. I yelled into the forest. This sweet girl was corrupted by my friend the first time they met.

The door opened and Carol bounded down the steps, still in her bra and panties, her big tits bouncing. She hopped in a golf cart and told me to get in. We were going for a drive.

I joined her, and we took off. The wind blew the tears from my face. We drove through the camp and stopped by the lake. The wind made ripples across the dark water.

Carol said, “I’m sorry, boo. It’s not your fault. I just thought you needed to know.”

“Seriously Joey? He probably treated her like shit for an hour and got to come down her throat. I treat her like a queen for two months and get my hand swatted when I try to rub her pussy.”

“Don’t take lessons from him. Don’t be an asshole,” Carol said.

“I don’t know. You seem to be attracted to assholes as well,” I say. Kyle and Brent definitely aren’t nice guys.

“And I regret it every time,” Carol says. “Besides you don’t want a slut like me. There’s a reason you wanted the pristine virgin Meg.”

“I’m only saying this because we’re drunk and emotional, but I want you so fucking bad,” I confessed. “We're friends, and we laugh together so much, and you’re so fucking sexy. I’m jealous of all the guys you’ve blown. I hate being in the friend zone.”

I sat there in silence. My drunk confession sat between us. Carol contemplated what I said, listening to the water splashing against the dock. Finally she combed her hands into her hair, and pulled it back into a ponytail. She rolled a band off her wrist, and tied her hair back.

She looked so drunk when she said, “Just one time then we go back to best buds okay?”

I nod, “One time.”

“Now pull those pants down.”

As I unbuttoned my pants, I heard the motor of another golf cart driving through the camp. A female voice called out, “Chandler!”

Nope. They were not stopping this. I ignored the call of my name, and pushed down my pants. The fresh air blew over my cock before my best friend lowered her face to my lap.