Widening the Circle

The school day passes in a blur of arousal. Neha looks painfully beautiful to you, extra horny as you are the whole day, yet while you chat and joke, you can't touch her or kiss her as you normally would. The thrill of wearing panties to school as well, is too much to handle. You're **** to go to the bathroom during lunch and masturbate. There is one thing that works in your favor - you have a history project with Sarah that you need to finish, and you'd agreed to do it her house that day. You had chosen Sarah to be your secret-keeper, since you know that she would happily walk in front of a train for Neha if it came to it.

The end of the school day saw you and Sarah companionably walking to her house, bikes in tow. After a while she speaks up,

"So, I wanted to say sorry about Saturday night."

"Hmm?"

"Saturday night. Things got out of hand, and I-"

You interrupt her. "It's ok. Let's talk about that after we're done with the project. There's some stuff I wanted to talk to you about as well."

She looks at you consideringly. "I'll hold you to that."

You and Sarah make a pretty good team- you make short work of your tasks, and the result is a solid, if slightly unspectacular piece of work.

"There," Sarah says, mock-dusting off her hands. "That's done. Now, we talk. So first, I want to say sorry for Saturday. Neha was feeling down- she really loves you, you know - so I wanted to cheer her up. Our plan was to look super hot, go to a nice club, dance hard, and come back. When we got there, we took some molly, and things got... well, you saw."

Your throat is dry, and your heart is pounding.

"It's ok..." you croak.

She looks at you, trying to figure you out. "Not really. But anyway. What did you want to talk about?"

You take a deep breath. "Before I tell you, you need to promise something. You need to promise not to tell anyone - not even Neha , and I'll explain why - about this."

"What? There's no way - "

"Sarah. Everything that's happened so far - this whole "trial separation thing - revolves around this. You need to promise me, or I walk."

She huffs, and thinks about it. "Alright. But then you need to promise that you'll answer any questions I have."

"That's fair. I promise."

After that, you spill the whole sordid story... from being **** to shelter with Selene, to Neha's ominous prophecies, to your discovery of the surveillances.

"What I don't get," Sarah says, "is what this Selene wants with you guys."

"I don't know either, but Neha swears that Selene recognized her from the moment they met. And then there's the surveillance..."

"And why did you tell me this? Why didn't Neha?" she asks.

"You're my secret-keeper. Someone I know will do whatever it takes for Neha when the time comes. She couldn't approach you because of the risks. But most people think you don't think I'm a good fit for her, so nobody would suspect that I would approach you," you explain.

"You know, that's not true. That I don't think you and Neha are a good fit. Maybe in the start... but for a long time, I've been thinking that you're absolutely perfect for her."

"Really?" you say, a little stunned.

"Yeah. Neha's intense, and in most ways that's good. But she's also impulsive, so... I mean, she's the sort of person who could be president before she's forty, or she could wind up in a ditch od'd on god knows what. You... you're laid back, you balance her out. You give her space, but you're always there for her in the ways she needs you to be. And well, you can be a lazy bum, and she's an expert at kicking your ass into gear."

"Wow... thanks," you say, genuinely touched.

"So anyway, what does a 'secret-keeper' do?" Sarah asks.

"You're sort of a failsafe. If I need to get a message to Neha, or some information, all you'd have to do is go and give her the codeword: drainage. And she'll know that you're the secret-keeper. She can't know though - the whole point is that it's double blind in case we're being watched."

She nods. "Makes sense. Also, drainage? Mind in the gutter much?"

"Regular comedians, you and Neha are." you grumble.

"Nah, great minds think alike." she fires back. "But anyway, you're spying on Selene. But why would she talk to you?"

You flush. This will be humiliating, but you promised, and you - and more importantly, Neha - need Sarah's help.

"Well... remember that VR thing I told you about? It searches your social media, and shows you things it thinks will turn you on. It showed me..." you pause, taking a deep breath. "It showed me Neha, having... really good sex... with other guys. And... it kind of turned me on. A lot. And so Selene wants to help me with that."

Sarah whistles. "Wow. That took... guts to admit. So you get off on seeing Neha... what, banging other dudes?"

You nod, humiliated. "Yeah... but she's got to be really enjoying it... otherwise..."

"So you like seeing her having an awesome time? That's... really sweet, actually. Really hot too. And super kinky."

You give her a weak grin in response. But she realizes something. "So, on Saturday, that video... you actually liked it then?"

"No! Well, yes... but... look, it's complicated. It was hot, but I also felt sick, like I'd been hit in the chest. It was like having a panic attack while being super horny." you explain.

"Whoa...that's actually wild... but wait, so Selene wants to...?"

"Help guide me on the 'path of the beta male', and to 'do more than vicariously live out my lust for cocks through Neha's pleasure'" you say, voice rich with irony.

Sarah snorts. "You're not a beta male. At least, not fully. And everyone's bi, doesn't mean you're going to go crazy over every dick you see.."

"Aren't I? I just admitted I like watching the love of my life receiving pleasure from other men. "

"That makes you kind. That makes someone who loves her more than yourself. And besides, people like you. People listen to your ideas when you give a shit enough to speak up. Girls like you."

"Really?" you ask, surprised. "Who?"

"Well, Heloise - you know, Armand's cousin, super pretty - she's got a thing for you. Belen, last year... the way she and Neha sniped at each other... You're kind of cute."

"Thanks for telling me," you say, genuinely touched.

"It's ok. And look, maybe you're not Neha's 'type'. Maybe you could be a beta in the bedroom. I don't know. But Neha sure as hell doesn't have any complaints about your skills or your initiative. And while you don't have a pornstar dick, it's not like your tiny. Oh, don't look at me that way. Neha's my sis from another miss. We talk about everything," she says, smirking at the look on your face. "Every. Thing." She bursts out laughing at your expression, before growing somber again. "So, this walking the Path of The Beta Male' or whatever... does it suck?"

You pause, thinking. "No... I don;t know. Part of me hates it. But part of me finds it hot. Another part finds it... freeing, I guess?"

"Wow. That's so..."

"Yeah"

"So what does she make you do?" she asks, genuinely curious.

"Well, she made me put this tape stimulator thing on... under the base of my nuts. Keeps me sort of horny all the time."

"You're eighteen," she says, flatly. "Always horny is the default setting."

"Yeah, but this is more," you explain. "My whole body is sensitive. Everything is at least low key arousing. It's... yeah."

"That sounds insane... and does she make you do anything else."

You flush with further embarrassment, and look down in shame.

"What?" she asks. "Come on, tell me. You're doing this for Neha. No judgment."

"mwringpnties..." you mumble.

"What?"

"She's making me wear panties!"

"Like, right now?" she asks, incredulous.

"Yeah."

"Show me." she commands.

"What? No!"

"Oh come on, I've seen you in a speedo. It's the same thing with nicer fabric. Show me!"

"No."

"Come on, I can help you! Pleeeeeaaaaaaaaaase?"

Sighing, you relent, and unbutton your jeans, lowering them a little.

"Huh." she says. "You really need to lose the leg hair though. Very unsexy. But I guess you'll have to, for swim team?"

"Yeah..." you grumble.

"And... what is it like?"

You pause, thinking for a moment.

"I don't hate it." you say finally. "They feel... nice, and there's a thrill... I guess because it's taboo. But is that because of the tape? I don't know. "

She looks at you for a long time, and sighs. "Wow. The things you'll do for that girl. I'm honestly kind of jealous." she muses, tapping her lips. She hesitates for a moment. "And... I'm going to give you something. Videos from Saturday. Don't get mad at her... that molly was strong." She taps some buttons on her phone, and you get a notification on yours that you've received some files.

You leave Sarah's house after exchanging a hug with her. Your heart is pounding as you walk home. What would the video show? What did Neha do with that guy at the club?

When you get home, you're almost mad with arousal. You rush up the stairs and lock your room, before checking your cloud account. Sarah has sent you two videos. The first, you'd already seen. But the second...

It looked like Sarah had posted the videos much later than you thought.

The second video started with Sarah teasing and squirming with the guy she was with. She tells him that she wants to check on Neha. The camera shakily moves around the club, until she finds Neha and Jarrett on a couch, away from the dance floor.

Neha is straddling, her back to his chest. Jarrett... and you only now appreciate his size. Her arms are around his neck behind her, she's turned her head so their lips are locked, and she's sensually, wantonly grinding her ass into his crotch; she's giving him a lapdance in the middle of the club. One of his hands is kneading her breast, and the other, inside her skirt, pumping in rhythm with her hips. Soon, she arches her back, disengaging their lips, and he takes the opportunity to pull the cup of he bra aside, and squeezes her nipple. She starts jerking shakily, as she comes. She slows down the pace, languorously gyrating against his hand, and turning back to kiss him again, deeply and slowly. Without missing a beat, the hand that was in her skirt moves up, and the other replaces it. He breaks the kiss, and moves his fingers, covered with her juices to her face. She twists her torso, turning to face him, and sucks his fingers into his mouth, as though giving him a blowjob. All the while, she stares deeply, sultrily, into his eyes, everything in a sort of beautiful harmony - her slowly grinding hips, his hands pumping into her sex, and her mouth worshipping his fingers. It doesn't take long for her to come again, but this time, he kisses her deeply as she does. Finally, she slumps against him, spent.

Only then does Sarah walk up to them - she too, it seems, was hypnotized by the scene. They whisper together, Neha still slumped over Jarrett, and Jarrett himself looking amused. She then gets up, and almost falls over... She fixes her bra and retrieves the mesh shirt from Sarah... And as a final act, she bends over, removes her thong, and turns back to Jarrett. She kisses him deeply, and slides the panties into his pocket. Then, Sarah ends the video.

Needless to say, you came like a horse.