You follow them on her "walk of shame"

You woke up around 4AM with a raging hard on, so you crept downstairs. You weren't sure what you'd see. Jealousy, intrigue, excitement and arousal swirled around you. Part of you wanted to stop them, and part of you wanted to watch them. It wasn't even that it was just your girlfriend, and your friend she once hated that turned you on, it was how much these two went at it and how hot it was. You remembered first dating Morgan, and first dating any girl, and how in the beginning you were all over each other. That was nothing compared to these two.

You went to the other side of the basement, since the door to the recreation area was closed. You came around to the bathroom and slowly opened the door to the bathroom, and then to the recreation area. You slowly moved, the sound of a heater was all that could be heard. You moved to see them, sleeping on the couch. Morgan was on the side closet to the TV, and Bill was holding her. They were in a “spoon” position, and it drove you nuts. You wanted to both kick him, and just watch. Months ago she didn't even want to see him, now she was “cuddling” with him. The emotional wave continued to go up and down.

Morgan began to stir, “Uhhhhh,” she moaned, and sat up and turned around. You slowly crept back to the bathroom. Fear filled your body. She was looking down at Bill and not towards you. The door to the bathroom moved ever so quietly until it was almost closed. Hopefully it looked closed.

“What is it babe?” You heard Bill say. You still felt so turned upside down he used that word to describe her.

Morgan sat up and then moved off the couch. “I'm gonna be sick,” she said and ran towards the bathroom. Your heart was dropping. You'd be caught, but instead, she made a b-line to the back door, and you watched her go out on the stone deck right outside the door. Where you had just cleaned. Morgan, fully naked, except those long socks, fell to all fours. Bill walked up, fully nude himself. Had they fucked....AGAIN? Morgan began heaving. “I shouldn't have drank those margaritas!” She rarely got sick, but you'd seen this before.

Her ass was swaying as she heaved. Both your eyes and Bill's were on her ass. Her pussy lips, now much more extended than you recalled were clearly in view. Had they always come out that way? Did you even ever look? That's when you watched a blast of liquid shoot from her mouth. She puked right where you cleaned. She kept puking and Bill told her to “let it all out”. She said “fuck off,” as she blew chunks right on your deck.

She was finally done, and then stood up, wiping her mouth. She squatted, as if it was normal now, and peed. Right there on your deck, her disrespect mirroring Bill's. Right were she had just thrown up. Right where you had already cleaned. You watched as your naked girlfriend went to get a smoke. Bill pissed in the same spot. The pair stood, fully nude, smoking a cigarette. “I need to wash my mouth,” Morgan said stumbling a bit. You realized you had to move, so you did. Morgan entered the bathroom moments after you left it and pushed deeper into the other end of the basement. You heard the water run. After five minutes, there was no more noise.

You crept back upstairs and went out on the upper deck of your home, and walked down slowly to the bottom area. You made sure the door was closed. The sun was now coming up. You peaked in the window before the door. No movement. You looked down on the patio floor. It was a new mess. This time it was different. There was piss, but also booze from her puking. Beer and margarita, or so you thought. What caught you eye the most was the bubbly thick white substance that floated above it all. There was a lot of it. You were certain she had puked a HUGE amount of your friend's cum on the floor. It got you rock hard again. The whole thing made your heard swirl. Here was your once prim and proper girl next door girlfriend, who only moments ago puked up a stomach fill of cum. Not just anyone's cum, but your drunk obnoxious friend's. A man who was disgusted when her friends spoke of just how “much” Bill came. Her friends Hillary and Melonie laughed about it, and it had made Morgan almost wretch. Now she knew just what they meant. The evidence was all over the place. She had literally wretched out the cum of that very asshole.

You needed to clean. But now you were tired, and had to sleep somewhat. So you raced back upstairs. You put your head to pillow, and passed out. You made sure to set your alarm for 8AM, hoping they wouldn't be up yet. You knew they'd be passed out for a good period.

When the alarm went off, you jumped out of bed and raced back downstairs, eager to see what they'd do in the morning. It was weird that you all but expected your girlfriend and your friend to fuck in the morning. In fact, if they weren't fucking you'd wonder if something was wrong, as if maybe one of them were sick. Had it already gotten to that point with them?

You went into the bathroom and came out and around just as you did hours ago. It was dangerous now. Since it was light out. You didn't hear a thing but the loud hum of the heater. That was until you reached the couch. The familiar sounds of slurping filled your ears. Bill's sleeping body was before you, but Morgan's head was under the blanket. It was moving up and down fast. He was getting a waking blowjob. You'd read about such things, watched porn of such things, and Bill had even bragged about getting them from Morgan. But you'd never seen one. Sure enough, Bill began to stir, and you moved back to the darkness of the bathroom. It was amazing, and you felt hard and at the same time envious.

“What are you doing?” Bill asked.

Morgan stopped, and her blanket covered head barely broke the plane of your view of the couch. “I'm waking you up, we got to get going! I told your mom we'd be there for breakfast!”

Bill laughed, “You walking back like that. Walk of shame!” The idea struck you like a sledgehammer. She'd have to walk in the “slut” shirt and skirt down the street. Where all your neighbors who knew her would see it. They'd see her with him. Your cock jumped to erection and burst with cum. Two long spurts you couldn't control. You should have jacked off, but everything happened so fast.

“It's fine,” Morgan said, and you saw her come out from the blanket. Her nude body in plain view, not helping your growing boner. She stood up, and walked over away from the couch. She bent down, and you saw her ass, and the outline of her pussy, those extended lips, which looked so amazing in the morning light. She picked up her skirt, her panties, and her shirt. She began to walk to the bathroom, and you moved quickly back into the other side. You heard the water run, but no toilet. Then, as you waited, you had to move back, when Morgan came in with the newer couch cover. She threw it in front of the washer. You could see the wet stains. THEY HAD FUCKED AGAIN!

You wondered about the taste once more, and about cleaning the deck from the piss, booze and cum. Yet, you wanted more than anything to watch her take that “walk of shame”. So you raced upstairs and put on shoes, and a new shirt, and some jeans. You looked out the window the whole time, and watched as Bill and Morgan pissed on your deck AGAIN, and then headed to the woods in the back. You quickly ran to the front of the house and walked down the main street. You could follow once they got on the back street. It would take some crafty moves, but you could do it.

You ran as fast as you could, thinking about what was happening. So many women did this walk of shame from your house when there were parties, and many with Bill. Usually the sluts of your hometown, walking in skirts, heels, and whatever they wore the night before. It had become a joke amongst your high-school. Now your own girlfriend was taking that walk, with Bill of all people, the drunk asshole.

You ran around the corner to the back street, until you found as spot of wooded area to jump in. Morgan and Bill came out right in the yard of one of your neighbors. He was outside mowing his lawn. He was your family friend, and had been to many of your parties. He knew both Morgan AND Bill. He just gave them a look and nodded as they walked through his yard to the street. “Bill”, the man nodded. “Morgan”, he said and looked her over slowly.

“Hi!” Morgan waved with confidence. She had to, there was no other way to get through it. She walked next to Bill who shot the neighbor a smile and a wink. The man shook his head and laughed, he went back to mowing his lawn. Your cock was leaking once again, the idea of her coming out in the open like this, to people who knew her, with Bill none-the-less. You followed ahead of them, in the woods behind the houses, trying to see their movements.

They got to Meg's house, and stopped. It was then you saw Danny and another guy, Mike, a person who again knew Morgan and Bill. He wasn't a good friend, but he'd been to some parties and had met Morgan before. They were drinking. White trash, you thought to yourself, as you always considered Danny and Mike that way. It was only like 9AM. Danny lived in the shitty house, the definition of white trash. Your eyes went wide when you saw Melissa come out the front door with a wine cooler. The girl that made Morgan pissed the night before, for sucking Bill's dick. Melissa was one of the town sluts. One of those girls who wouldn't hook up with you in high-school other than a kiss when you were really young playing spin the bottle.

You had to hear this, and you moved up to Meg's garage, so you could hear.

“What are you guys doing?” Danny asked sipping a beer.

“Walking home,” Bill said.

Mike grabbed a beer from the cooler. “Want a beer,” he offered one to Bill. You buddy accepted and cracked a beer with them. Then his eyes caught Morgan and they lingered on her body. “Aren't you....”

“Morgan,” she nodded and smiled.

“Aren't you with....” Mike was about to say your name. It made your heart begin to beat fast. It was all going to come out now, all the weirdness and all that had happened. Strangely, it only excited you more. The idea of it all being laid bare.

Morgan laughed. “Bill....I'm with Bill.” She held her hand out. It made your stomach drop, but your cock grow. As if the blood from your gut was heading right to your dick.

“Makes sense,” Mike answered, reaching for a beer. “Want a beer?” Then it was over. The “big” reveal never truly came. It was just accepted as fact. Right away. It made you angry.

Morgan gave Bill a look, “We need to get to your house,” she sighed watching Bill drink. “Can I get a wine cooler at least?” She finally asked.

Melissa came up. She was older now, but she was still cute with her blonde hair. She was smaller than Morgan, and chunkier, but it was probably the heels. You'd seen her a few weeks ago, and you got a little nostalgic and remembered how you crushed on her. “Hey Bill,” she looked at Morgan and held her hand out. “I'm Melissa. You are....”

“Bill's girlfriend,” Morgan held her hand out, and there was an awkward silence. Your cock was twitching at her words. She'd said it, but it never seemed so real until this encounter. You wanted to jerk off so much it hurt. Danny went in the house and brought out a wine cooler. Soon, it was a day drinking white trash party, that your girlfriend, or was she, attended with Bill. There were beers and smokes. You sat behind the garage for almost an hour, afraid you'd get caught by Meg's mother.

The girls just glared at each other. They barely said a word. “Just like old times,” Danny laughed and drank his beer.

“Remember that time in the woods back there Bill,” Melissa laughed and sipped her beer. She shot a quick glance at Morgan.

Morgan's face went beat red, in a way you'd never seen. She just nodded. Then she chugged her drink. “COCK SUCKING CONTEST RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! 100 dollars!”

“OH SHIT!” Mike and Danny said almost in unison.

Bill tried to calm her down. “We have to get going.”

“You're on bitch,” Melissa agreed to the contest. They looked angry as fuck as the group went inside Danny's house. You lost track of them, but saw them again in the den. It was two windows down from the front door. They didn't even close the blinds The couch was against the window. Bill sat down, and then Mike sat down nest to him. The girls had a heated exchange. Morgan said something to Danny. He held up a phone and then the girls went down. Morgan's head in Bill's lap, and Melissa's head in Mike's.

Again all you did was watch. But by now, you felt pretty confident in your girlfriend's abilities to suck cock. Even if it wasn't yours. There was a small sense of odd pride because of this. You knew she'd kill Melissa. You looked at your own phone. You clicked on the timer. A minute passed, but you were a little behind. Then another, and you actually got a sense of worry. “Suck Morgan!” you said out loud. “You can win this!”. More seconds ticked away, and you found yourself unable to believe it. You made excuses like “they fuck WAY to much”.

Morgan's head shot up and you saw her open her mouth, white cum filling her mouth. You felt relief and actually smiled. “That's my girl,” you said out loud. Danny held his hands up. Melissa then stood up, and you watched Morgan smile and swallow. Melissa and Morgan got in each others faces. Morgan wasn't a fighter, but she looked ready to eat nails. They pointed fingers at each other. It was insane to watch, and it drove your cock wild. Morgan seemed legit threatened by Melissa, a girl who wasn't nearly as pretty. This was all like the old parties where the guys or the girls would fight after beers over partners. It was as if it was high-school all over again, and your girlfriend was nothing more than another slut. It made your cock flutter and almost buzz in your pants.

The guys got in the way, and you watched Danny bring out some Vodka. Morgan waved it off, as did Melissa but you watched as they both eventually took shots. The guys went about getting into some sort of conversation, and you saw Bill stand up and use his hands describing something. He pointed to Danny and made a BJ motion with his hands, then to himself and then to Morgan. Your girlfriend nodded, and her face went red as she pulled her wine cooler to her face embarrassed. You were sure Bill was talking about last night.

Melissa just smiled, and you watched her put her hand on Morgan's knee. She seemed to be assuring Morgan. She pointed to herself, and then around the room to the guys. Morgan laughed and looked around. Melissa moved in closer to Morgan. As the guys talked and drank, Morgan talked with Melissa. You couldn't believe how it turned. Once again, EXACTLY like high-school. As a half hour past, Bill and Morgan got up to leave.

The entire group walked out the front door. Danny and Mike sat in their lawn chairs. Bill said goodbye and gave them a fist pump. Morgan and Melissa hugged, and then exchanged numbers.

“Crew bitches suck dick,” Melissa winked, and pumped Morgan's fist. You remember the sluts called themselves “crew bitches”. Like they were part of the “crew” that you weren't. The cool kids and the sluts. Bill was, and now your girlfriend apparently was. They both made a BJ sign with their mouths and Morgan waved goodbye.

You followed back through the woods, coming out as they hit the dirt road area. They didn't go thought the woods to Bill's. Instead, they walked towards you, were the “rocks” were. It caused you to move back, towards “Morgan's Fucking Hill”. It felt awkward for you to be back there. You felt out of place, as if you truly shouldn't be back here. Like you needed to “ask” to be back here. They didn't even sit on the log. Morgan had her back to you, and Bill came up and began to kiss her deeply. He lifted her skirt, and you saw her panty covered ass. It looked wonderful, round and perky and a little plump. He began to kneed her ass with his hands, and you felt jealous but more so aroused. You raced across the opening in the dirt road, and weren't seen as they kissed. You found yourself in your own spot. “Jerk off point” as Morgan had named it. Now you felt more right. More in place.

Morgan dropped to her knees. Right on the dirt path, and began to unbutton Bill's pants. You began to stroke yourself, and why not, it WAS “jerk off point”. You pulled your own cock out, as Morgan began to fish out Bill's cock. When she pulled it out, you were shocked. For the first time, Bill wasn't hard. Also for the first time, Bill didn't look so big, and you were sure that hard you were bigger than him flaccid. On your best day flaccid you might match Bill. You watched as Morgan began to suck his cock. His tip disappearing past her lips, and she sucked him slowly.

“Damn babe,” he said, “I did just cum,” he remarked.

Morgan pulled off his cock. “If we're spending the day at your parents, we're having sex now,” she stated, as she licked his shaft, and lifted his cock. It began to grow before your eyes. “I'm not waiting a full 12 hours to fuck again,” she said. So they couldn't go 12 hours without fucking? Had they since this started? At least on the weekends you were sure they had not. In fact, you were convinced that they'd already had sex more in the past few weekends, than you and Morgan had in the past year. You and Morgan had sex about once a week. If that. Had they already caught up? Would they eventually have sex more together than you and Morgan had the entire few years. It seemed inevitable.

As Morgan picked up her pace, her smacking and slurping grew louder, and his cock began to become slick with her saliva. It grew longer and harder. It had already passed the size of your hard-on which you now were jerking outside your pants. His cock popped out of her mouth, and you were sure he wasn't even fully hard.

Bill sat down on the log, and Morgan pulled her panties down and off her feet. She got in a position that straddled his legs. He lifted his cock ans she lowered herself. Her hand went to relieve Bill's from its position on his cock, and she guided herself down onto his dick. You couldn't see much, as her skirt was in the way, but you watched her begin to pick up a fucking pace. It was slow and deliberate. Then she shocked you by lifting her skirt. Was this for you? But then you realized the way she pulled it that it was just getting in the way. Still for the first time you saw their “connection”. Morgan's pussy was being filled completely by Bill's wet cock. She began a heavier pace fucking herself on Bill's dick. He was just bracing himself on the log. Your cock spurted and hit the leaves on the ground. It was a great orgasm as you watched them fuck.

“OH GOD! OH FUCK!” Morgan cried out, apparently cumming at the same time you did. She was bending forward slamming onto his dick with her pussy. She stopped momentarily. Her hands went to her hair and ran through the dark locks. She came back up, her hips bucking slightly, and you could see her juices flowing down Bill's dick, and down both of their legs. “FUUCCCK!” She was moaning, and turning back to kiss Bill's cheek. She stood up and adjusted the skirt. You saw her knees. They were red and bruised and scrapped. Morgan was one of your hometown sluts now.

Bill was huffing and puffing. “No fair,” he stated as he pulled his pants up. “I need to cum!”

“You cum ALL the time Bill,” Morgan rolled her eyes. You could see this because she was moving right towards you. You stepped back into the woods, trying not to make noise. There was a large tree you scooted behind. Morgan's sock covered knee came into view on the other side as she squatted. You heard piss hit the leaves, right near where you came. Did she see you cum?

“Eww,” Morgan said and stood up. What did she mean by that? You waited until you could no longer hear either of them. You came out by the “rocks”, and you moved towards Bill's house. You watched as you crossed the dirt road. Bill and Morgan were taking the main street. So much for walk of shame, it didn't seem like Morgan cared. How would she go into the house. You followed slowly. Morgan was calling Melissa an ugly bitch and a girl who couldn't “suck a cock” for the life of her. So much for being a BFF. Just like a small town slut, you thought.

When they rounded the corner you saw both Bill's parents cars gone, as well as his uncle's car. Now you understood, as they just walked right in. After a few minutes, you came up to the windows. They were all closed. Damn, you thought. Then you went back around passed the neighbors house and around the corner to the dirt road. You followed along the fence until you reached the part that was in Bill's backyard.

Kate texted you. Your phone buzzed loudly with a tone. You turned off the sound. She was asking about lunch. Fuck, you thought, you had better things to do, as you watched Bill's house. An hour past, and you began to feel like nothing would happen. Bill's mom came out and watered the flowers, so you guessed the parents were home. She went back inside. You were about to text Kate about lunch, when the back sliding glass door slid open, and Morgan came out. Your eyes almost blew out of your head like a cartoon, as you saw her in a tight white bikini. It was her “tanning” bikini. You had bought it on a trip to Florida. She NEVER wore it except to excite you and to tan on the deck. She wanted you to buy it but was too afraid to even wear it in Florida. Instead she wore the same bikini as always, the pink onw. This white one was a LOT more risque. It had triabgle which covered her nipples and not much more, pulling her small but perky breasts up. The bottom tied at the sides, and had another small triangle covering her pussy. It wasn't a thong, but the back gave you a nice view of her ass cheeks, especially the bottom.

You watched and began to get hard again as she rubbed lotion on her long lovely legs, and then pulled the bikini out to cover her ass. It was a great day, even if it wasn't summer. You watched through the fence, and pulled out your phone. You saw messages from Kate but couldn't care less. You began to snap photos of your own girlfriend from behind a fence like a stalker. It seemed as if she was giving you a show, you told yourself. She was alone, and she walked over to the above ground pool. She walked to the ladder. You saw her small frame descend into the water, holding her arms up. It appeared to be cold. She hoped up on the large gray float, and just laid out in the sun. This went on for a half hour. It wasn't even noon yet. She wasn't moving and you wondered if she was sleeping.

Bill finally came out, in black shorts and no shirt. He wasn't fit. You couldn't believe how she'd want to fuck him of all people. He had a gut, but his arms were big and he did have wide shoulders. In his hand he had two drinks in his hand. He placed them on the sides of the pool. You were sure they'd spill. Bill noticed Morgan on the float, and began to climb the ladder. He was moving slowly, and sank into the water. He did the same thing Morgan did, with his arms up. It must be cold. He was slowly making his way to Morgan on the float. She made no movements still. Her eyes were closed. Don't do it Bill! You told yourself, with a slight laugh. Knowing what he was doing. Still, he wouldn't listen had he heard you, and he tipped over the float. Morgan hit the water with a splash. She came up, her hair soaked, her mouth agape in shock. She began to slap Bill and chase him around the pool. She was mad but smiling at the same time.

You watched as she put her arms around his neck, and they kissed. She seemed shorter than him now. Must be the heels she wore to make her seem so much taller. It hurt to watch them kiss, but now it seemed common place, and only got your cock going. The water moved as Morgan positioned herself until she had her legs wrapped around his waist. He was holding her up as they kissed. Bill moved her to the side facing his house, until her back was against the side of the pool.

“No,” you heard her say, surpised you could hear so cleaerly. The pool was about thirty feet from the fence. “We're not fuckign right here with your parents home!”

Bill's hand went underwater, and you couldn't see over the side of the pool, her legs went down into the water. You saw their upperhalves. They were kissing again Morgan's wet hair shining in the sun. “Mmmmmmm,” Morgan was cooing, “cut it out”. You wondered what was going on under water. “Stooooop,” she smiled and grabbed a drink as she pulled away from Bill. She sipped it, but Bill followed and picked up his chase. They did a circle around the pool, as Morgan sipped her drink. Finally, she put it down and they were back to were they started their playful chase. Bill flipped her around and moved her wet hair to the side. He was kissing her back shoulder. He was whispering somehting. “NOOOOOO!” Morgan laughed.

Bill moved closed to her, all but pinning her to the side of the pool. Morgan was looking at the back door and the windows. “You're the WORST!” Morgan laughed, and her eyes closed slightly. Bill's hand s went down below the side walls of the pool. He was moving behind her, the water moving more furiously. They were fucking, you had no doubt. You watched as she just held the sides of the pool. She scanned the back door and the windows. Bill whispered something in her ear and then kissed it. Morgan laughed. “You just need your dick wet like EVERY two hours Bill! It doesn't matter who!”

He began to pick up his pace. Morgan moved her hair to the side and began to thrust back at him. He head had fallen slightly. “Oh.....” she began to moan.

“You guys need more Mimosas?” Bill's mom peaked out the back door. She held a jar.

Morgan's head shot up. Her entire body shot up. Bill didn't stop, he just moved in closer behind her. He was kissing her neck. Morgan was elbowing him. “No...thanks though.....I'm filled.....we're filled right now!” Morgan answered.

Bill's mom told them to “let her know.” She then disappeared inside.

“You need to be more careful,” Morgan elbowed Bill and turned towards him. “She just literally caught us fucking!” She was shaking her head, and reached down probably to adjust her bikini. She grabbed her drink and jumped back onto the float.

“She doesn't know.” Bill said, and went to grab his drink. He chugged it, and got out of the pool and went inside.

You watched Morgan sunbathe again. One long leg bent at the knee as she looked glorious just floating in the pool. There was something about watching her alone, like that, just lying down, taking in the sun. It seemed so wrong. So naughty. This was your own girlfriend and you were watching her like a stalker. Yet, it didn't feel like your Morgan. She wasn't dressed like your Morgan. She wasn't acting like your Morgan. This was like peaking on Bill's girlfriend. A much hotter, sexier and sluttier girl. What became apparent watching the beauty, was that you were no longer jealous that Bill was fucking YOUR girlfriend Morgan, but you were jealous because you wanted to fuck BILL's girlfriend Morgan.

Bill came back out with a bunch of beers, and another drink of what appeared to be a mimosa. He placed the beers on the ladder, and then got into the pool. He gave Morgan the mimosa and drank the beer. Bill was circling her like a shark now.

“Don't do it,” Morgan held up a finger sternly.

“I just wanna cum babe!” Bill swam around her.

Morgan jumped off the float. “Fine. You big BABY!” Then she disappeared under the water. You couldn't see her. You saw Bill's face. His eyes fluttered and rolled. A large smile cut across his mouth. “Damn,” he moaned.

“Where's Morgan?” Bill's mom called from the kitchen window.

Bill didn't even turn his head, “She's peeing behind the shed!”

“Oh Bill,” his mom called, “Don't teach her those things, you're such a bad influence on that beautiful young girl.” She began closing the window. “Tell her to come in here and help me with a recipe for brownies!”

Morgan was still underwater. It must have been over a minute. She finally came up for air. Bill seemed disappointed. “What happened?”

“I need to breathe asshole!” Morgan rubbed her eyes. She whipped the hair out of her eyes. She moved to the edge of the pool and was facing you. “Just get behind me and make it quick!”

Bill didn't miss a step. He rushed behind her, and they were back in the same position. This time, they kissed as Bill fucked her against the pool. His hands went up and cupped her breast under her bikini top. The water was moving fast.

You were hard again. The whole thing had gotten you going once again. You began to pulled out your cock and began to jerk your dick inches from the fence.

You peered back in and Bill was giving it to Morgan against the side of the pool. He was pulling her wet hair. If they cared about getting caught, it didn't look so now. Your eyes closed slowly as you came against the fence. Cum dripped down the fence and you caught your breathe.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” You heard Morgan scream. You looked through the fence to see what the commotion was. It was you. She was looking right at you through the fence. “I THINK SOMEONE'S BACK THERE WATCHING US!”

You turned and ran. You made a lot of noise. You'd never moved through the woods so fast. All you heard was Morgan shout “PERVERTED FUCK!” Damn, you thought as you raced through the woods, why had you shown her that path. Why hadn't you been more careful. Your phone buzzed, and luckily you turned off the ringer, or Morgan definitely would have known.

You stayed in the wooded area as you raced back home, trying to look at the street. Neither Bill nor Morgan appeared. How could they, they were in swimming outfits. It would take them sometime. About halfway home, you looked at your phone. About six messages from Kate. One from Bill. You opened Bill's. It was from a minute or two ago.

“Where are you?” He asked.

You texted him quickly, “Driving back to my place in the city!”

Bill texted you back, “Ok, well, I'll text you later. Maybe beers!”

Thankfully he bought it. You went home and jumped in your car, racing to the highway and back to the city. You finally got back to Kate through text. It was around 2PM, and you agreed to meet for drinks and food. An early dinner/late lunch. As you got ready, your phone buzzed again.

“Have fun today?” Morgan asked in a text. Not the group message. A message to you only.

You picked up your phone, not sure how to respond. “I didn't really do much.”

Almost instantly she texted you. “HAHAHAHAHA! K dude!” Then a moment later. “If by “not much” you mean you watched two people all day and jerked off in your hand!”

“That wasn't me,” you said in response.

“What wasn't you?” She responded.

You were having trouble driving and texting. “I wasn't jerking off watching you fuck!”

Morgan answered a few minutes later. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! Caught CUM HANDED DUDE! I didn't say who you were watching and what we were doing!”

You decided to still lie. “I don't know what you're talking about!”

Morgan waited a few minutes. “Whatever dude. I saw you're cum. I know what it smells like...shit....and I know what it looks like....weak AS FUCK!”

You added. “I still don't know what you mean. I didn't jerk off in the woods!”

Morgan was catching you in stupid lies now left and right. You even figured it before she responded. “I NEVER said anything about the woods you pervert. Ugh. I don't care if you spank off at 'jerk off point' that's YOUR place, but pulling your sad dick behind Bills house is sad. Seriously. You're going to get in trouble.”

You had no idea what to say, so you just said the one thing you thought would make it better. “Sorry.”

“Ugh,” Morgan texted you. “Concentrate on real pussy dude. Not your fist and not me and Bill please. Go FUCK KATE YOU DUMB FUCK!”

You drove back to your apartment. Why was her demeanor so sexy to you. She was right, you had been caught “CUM HANDED” as she called it.