With a video

Mia woke to the low buzz of Adam’s phone on the nightstand. She reached for it before he did.

One new message from Melissa. A video.

She unlocked it and sat up. Adam rolled toward her, still half-asleep, one hand settling on her bare thigh. Mia tapped the video.

The bedroom was dim. Melissa was on her back on the bed, tank top shoved up under her tits, panties pulled to one side. Two fingers were buried in her cunt, pumping slow. Her other hand held the phone above her. Her mouth was open. The wet sound of her fingers was clear.

“Adam,” she moaned. Her hips rolled. “Fuck. I keep thinking about your cock. About you holding me down and fucking me while Mia’s somewhere else, clueless. She doesn’t deserve it. She never did. She just got lucky. You should be fucking someone who knows how to take it.”

Her fingers sped up. She spread her legs wider. The camera caught the shine on her cunt, the way her fingers disappeared to the knuckle.

“She doesn’t even know how to keep a man looking at her. You texted me once and I was already soaking. I’d let you cum in me right here. I’d let you fuck me until the sheets were ruined.”

Melissa’s free hand moved to her clit. She rubbed hard, fingers still working inside herself. Her voice broke.

“Cum in me, Adam. Fill this cunt. Let me walk around the house with your load in me while she sits at home thinking she still has you. She’s nothing. She’s just the girl who got the ring. I’m the one you’d actually want to fuck.”

She came on camera. Her hips jerked. A thin squirt of wetness ran down her fingers onto the sheet. She kept moaning his name until the video ended.

Mia stared at the screen. Her cunt was already wet. They recognized the room. The old shared bedroom at their parents’ house. The bed. The side Melissa was lying on was Mia’s. The one with the faded mark on the headboard where Mia used to hang her headphones.

Adam took the phone. He watched it again, silent, cock hardening against Mia’s hip under the sheet. When it ended he typed.

Adam: That was Mia’s side of the bed?

The reply came fast.

Melissa: Yes.

Adam: You want me to fuck you there?

Melissa: Yes. On our bed. In our room. I want you to hold me down on the sheets she used to sleep on and fuck me until I can’t think. I want your cum in me while I’m lying where she used to lie. I want her to know, eventually, that you chose to put your cock in me in our bed.

Adam glanced at Mia. She was watching the screen, breathing slow, one hand between her own thighs under the sheet, fingers moving through her wetness.

Adam: What are you doing at the house?

Melissa: Parents are gone for three days. They asked me to stay and keep an eye on things. House is empty. Just me. And my cunt that keeps getting wet every time I think about you walking in and using it.

Mia’s fingers stilled. She looked at Adam. The idea settled in her head, sharp and clear. And Adam realised what her plan was.

Mia looked at the message. Then at Adam’s cock. Then at the phone again. Then she sent the message.

Adam: Keep touching yourself. Don’t stop until I get there. I want you wet and ready for my cock.

She set the phone down on the bed between them. Adam’s cock was throbbing. Mia looked at him and smiled.

They had never gotten dressed and out of bed so quickly.