You go to the party where your girl is your friend's date!!

6 Months ago.....

Three day weekend...

You yawned and woke up in Morgan's bed. She was still asleep, dressed in a green shirt, and her purple velvet pants she wore to bed. For some reason, this morning you felt like something wasn't right. It just started off..well...off. It wasn't Deja-vu, in fact it was the exact opposite, as if something had not happened yet, but was familiar or would be. Maybe you were just nervous about having to take Morgan to Bill's for the cookout. She was already pissed. You looked at her sleeping and reached over and began to rub her long toned leg. She kicked her leg away almost violently. “Don't even think about it,” she said as she opened her eyes and gave you a look. She was mad. She let you know the whole morning.

“Don't even leave me alone with him,” she insisted. “I swear. I'll leave!” She utterly hated Bill. He was obnoxious, drunk and always hit on her. Even right in front of you many times. “I'm not even kidding when I'm telling you to let him know to jerk off.” She was fixing her hair, a towel around her. “I don't want him chasing me around his parents house with a fuckin boner all day.”

Bill still lived at home, and he had invited you both to the family party. You suspected it was more to see Morgan, as he rarely did. You lived far away. You met Morgan in college, but grew up with Bill. He lived down the street from you.

“That means YOU too,” Morgan insisted. She went to the nightstand, pulled out a condom and then grabbed some lotion. “Get rid of your shit in the shower!”

You looked at the condom, “What is this for?”

Morgan laughed and went back to doing her hair. “People who have sex usually put it on their dick and cum in it!”

“What am I supposed to do?” You asked and went to the shower.

“Cum in it dumbass!” She slammed the door. “I just cleaned that tub, I don't want cum all over the place. It's gross. I've seen the shit you leave in there. Especially when I leave my bikinis lying around.”

Did she know you jerked off in the shower and held her bikinis? You felt such shame. It was even more embarrassing when you put the condom on and began to jerk off. The feeling was dulled. It took several minutes and then you shot the load into the condom. You removed it and put it in the trash. Morgan would flip if you left a condom in her toilet. Bill had once clogged her toilet with condoms after fucking her friend. You heard about it for weeks.

You got ready, and Morgan insisted you leave the room before she got ready. She didn't want you “staring” the whole time. You obeyed and sat and texted Bill. “Dude, Morgan says to jerk off. Lol!”

“Will do buddy,” he texted back. “Got anything to help.”

You took a picture of a picture of Morgan with her friends. She looked hot. So you sent it. You guys shared you were bros. You ate breakfast and were nervous to go. Morgan didn't want to and you weren't sure you did either.

When Morgan came out, you're dick got hard. She wasn't dressed out of control. You just rarely saw her in a skirt. The long tan skirt went down to her knees. She had on a tight white blouse which came up and wrapped around her neck. Her shoulders and arms were bare. She was rubbing lotion on her arms and shoulders. What caught your eye was the pantyhose she wore. She rarely did this, just to work, and to weddings and you guessed family-like functions such as the one you were going to attend. You watched her put on her silver heels with the large flat heels in the back. Again, they weren't overly sexy, just nice with the outfit. Still she rarely wore such things, and seeing her dainty feet in the nylons made your dick sing in your pants.

You couldn't shake the feeling in your stomach, like a pre-deja vu. It lasted when you arrived at Bill's. Morgan kept saying that you had to “keep an eye on Bill.”

Bill's mother, and “the line of hags” as you and Bill called it greeted you. It was Bill's brother's wives, cousins, cousin's wives, etc. You walked down the line kissing and hugging and introducing Morgan, who smiled. Bill's mom was short fat and mean. Yet she told Morgan right in front of you, “I wish Bill dated a girl like you! I always tell him that.”

The girls took Morgan to get “drinks”, and you went and found Bill. He was drunk and stumbling and arguing with his brother. He saw you and fist bumped you. “Where is the hottie?” He asked.

You pointed to the kitchen, and Bill's brothers, and dad ogled your girlfriend. It gave you pride.

Bills Mom was laughing at something Morgan said. Morgan was holding Bill's mom's arm and laughing. You heard his mother say, “Will YOU date my son already! We need you around at these things!” You knew they were jokes, but it still seemed inappropriate.

The drinks flowed and the day went by. Bill was drunk, and following Morgan who was one step ahead. You kept your eyes on them, and that pre-deja vu feeling grew.

“It's not serious is it,” Bill's older brother asked. “With her. Cause she is smoking!”

You told him it was going well. Even though in a few minutes, you heard him conversing with his cousin about how it “wasn't serious”. And that it “couldn't be”.

Bill's young cousin Tammy appeared in front of you. She was fat, short, and had dark hair and a dark mustache to boot. She was very much into you. She always flirted. You lost track of Bill and Morgan and wanted to get away. Tammy was talking about college and sororities. You nodded and said you had to use the toilet.

You went to see Bill's door was open across from the bathroom. No one was around. You then heard. “Seriously STOP BILL!” You peered in. Bill was drunk grinding against Morgan, trying to lift her skirt saying how hot she was. She was pushing his hands down. You let it last for a second, and your cock twitched and your face went red. The feeling of pre-ja vu as you called it grew to a crescendo. Then you entered the room, and Morgan pushed Bill away and walked past you.

“Handle you fucking friend,” Morgan said angrily.

Bill put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed slightly. It hurt somewhat. “Sorry bro, I just need to fuck that girl!”

“Not going to happen dude,” you helped him back out the room. “She hates you.”

“Just once,” Bill said.

“It wouldn't be just once bro,” you strangely said, and the pre-ja vu then reached its peak.

Morgan was standing with the “girls” and drinking. Bill went to talk with his dad. She urged you over.

“You said you were going to watch him,” she whispered with anger. “He is all over me, trying to lift up my skirt and shit. Handle him or we are leaving!”

It took a lot of work, but for the next hour you distracted Bill. Soon it was time to go, and Morgan said goodbye to the “line of girls” and not Bill. You just did as she did and left. It was fine. You texted Bill you were “out”.

You got back home, and Morgan went to the bathroom. You were slightly drunk and wanted to fool around, but Morgan was not in the mood. She got into her purple velvet relaxing track suit. You went to pee, pissed off. On the side hanging was her pantyhose. You swore in the middle you saw a small wet spot. Considering she wore white panties, she MUST have been somewhat excited. By something.

You got hard thinking of wrapping the hose around your cock, but thought better of it.

Present day...

Another three day weekend...

You woke up at 9AM. You had another vivid dream of watching Bill and Morgan fuck. This time at a family function. It was all that was in your head. It was the day of Bill's party, so Morgan had insisted you come and “help” her. It was such a drastic difference, but now you felt at peace. More so than you remembered last time Bill's family had a party.

You picked up your phone. Bill sent a video. You pressed play, and it was just his sheets. There was an obvious head under the sheets. The sound was of slurping and sucking. The head was moving fast. Bill was grunting. “She won't leave me alone dude,” Bill said.

“You're not going to have even ONE fucking drop of cum Bill. I know how you get at these things.” You heard Morgan from under the sheets.

Your cock needed attention itself. You went to the bath, and grabbed you favorite lotion and went to town on your dick. Watching the new video helped to make it a quickie.

You had breakfast, and found yourself excited to go to Bill's. Very different from last time. You just wanted to watch what was going to happen. What would they say? They knew you were with Morgan! The idea of being publicly shamed sent a tingle down your spine and to your cock. Such strange new feelings.

Your phone buzzed. It was another video. You could see Morgan's ass, her back and the back of her head. You pressed play. She was humping back. The camera panned down and you saw Bill's hard cock sawing in and out of Morgan. “She won't leave me alone dude,” Bill said, and he panned back. He wasn't moving. Morgan was literally pushing her pussy back and forth on his dick as he stood.

“I'm not kidding,” Morgan said looking back at the camera. “Get every drop the fuck out of you.” She then pointed to the screen. “THAT MEANS YOU TOO JERKY BOY!” The video ended.

Bill followed it up with “She is calling you Jerky Boy and Spank boy all morning. Lol! She wants you to get your shit out too man.”

You showered, and felt your cock needed more attention. Another quickie. It helped relieve you. Morgan’s program of not having cum in you when you had functions and events to attend wasn't a bad idea. It cleared the mind. She just never had that program with you.

You got ready, and texted Bill a question. “What's Morgan wearing?”

“The tan knee skirt thing, white shirt, silver heels and the hose dude! Those hose!” Bill was more of a leg man than even you.

“That's all,” you texted back, actually disappointed. It wasn't sexy at all. This wasn't how she now dressed.

The next message was in the group text with you, Morgan and Bill. It was Morgan, “Sorry I'm not getting all slutted out for a family party asshole! Its not like you won't be getting a fucking boner with me in pantyhose anyways you freak.”

She then added, “Keep jerking off dude, I'm not even kidding. NEITHER of you should even think about sex.” She then sent a pic. “I found this shit still in this assholes balls! Had to jerk it the FUCK OUT! LOL!” It was a photo of Bill's spent dick, lying on his stomach. Cum was on his chubby stomach. Morgan was pointing at the cum. “So when you think you got it all. GO AGAIN!” She finished.

That is what you did. But the third time nothing came out. Your dick jutted like it was going to cum. But nothing. Guess you were ready. You still took several shots to ease your tension.

You found yourself at a bar. Drinking REALLY early. You were nervous. The bar was barely open. After your third drink the bartender asked what was bugging you. You flat out told him and laughed as you did. “My girlfriend is over my buddies house as his date for a family party!” It made your cock hard to say. Maybe you had more.

He gave you a weird look and poured another drink.

You drove to Bill's. You sucked in your gut, and swallowed some pride. You prepared to be shamed as you knocked on the door. You almost wanted it. Instead, Bill's mom came out and greeted you. She pulled you inside. There right before you was the “line of hags” chatting and giggling. In the middle, the new bell of the ball, was Morgan. It made you weak in the knees it got you so aroused for some reason. You didn't remember what any of these people wore that day six months ago, but she wore the same thing. It was like reliving the day over, but in a strange new way. As if the universe was trying to right itself. Was that why it felt so odd months ago, and you had pre-ja vu. Was it all leading to this? Was this inevitable?

Bill's mom pulled you through the line. She introduced the wives and said “you remember her” and other things as you were kissed on the cheek and hugged. Morgan was talking to the woman to her right. Bill's brother's wife about something. His mom introduced you to the wife, and then moved on. She finally got to Morgan. There was no hesitation. “This is Bill's girlfriend Morgan, you remember her,” and Morgan kissed you on the cheek and hugged you, and went back to talking. Then Bill's mom introduced you to the next lady in line, again, someone you already knew. It was all so quick, yet for you it was so earth shattering.

After introductions, the “hags” went to get “drinks”. It was all playing out in the same manner as it did. Yet, you didn't feel deja-vu, you felt increasingly excited at all this. You walked through the kitchen to the den. There was a frog in your throat. You expected to get shit on for all this. Instead, no one said a word. The “boys” were in there as usual drinking and fighting. Bill saw you and fist pumped you. “Let's get a beer,” he said and you went to the back to get beers.

Bill's uncle came up. “Damn Billie boy, that girlfriend of yours is one hot ticket. How'd you pull that off, am I right,” he nudged you and winked. Did this guy not know? “What I wouldn't give for one night,” he nudged you again. “Am I right?” He had no idea that he was hitting all the buttons. He was just joking with you, but nailing the whole story.

“I put in work,” Bill said drinking his budlight.

“A LOT OF WORK!” You heard Morgan from behind. She came up and grabbed a beer. She nodded and chatted with Bill's uncle as if they were old friends, laughing and joking. She was trying not to swear or be rude, but his uncle told her to let loose. You stared at her legs again, in those sexy pantyhose. Your dick twitched, but didn't get hard.

Bill's uncle left, and it was just the three of you. You wanted to ask what everyone was saying, but it appeared no one said a word. As if it was all normal. Morgan grabbed you arm. “KEEP A FUCKING EYE ON HIM!” She pointed to Bill. “I don't want him chasing me around here with a fuckin boner.” She had said the exact same thing six months ago. She pointed to Bill's crotch, and you saw his bulge.

“What I'm drunk!” Bill laughed.

Morgan put her finger on you chest and tapped it. “You fucked up BIG time last party. Don't fuck up this time! I don't want to look like some,” she turned to Bill, “what did your mom call your cousin's wife, some “hussy”.” You watched her walk back into the den, the social butterfly.

So you did what you were told. You played goalie once again. You kept Bill drinking and distracted while Morgan blended in with his family. It was an odd change, but it still gave you an erection at the idea that Morgan was becoming 'one of the hags' in Bill's family.

She kept bringing you drinks as payment. When she came into the den, Bill's other uncle pointed out. “Hags don't come in here. Know the rules new girl!” Everyone laughed.

Bill's brothers were all staring at Morgan, patting him on the back. As did even his father, who was getting drunker. They started to talk to you about your work. Never mentioning you being with Morgan. Did they just not care? Had Bill told them? Or was it that they never believed it was serious?

Either way, you got lost in debate about sports. About the superbowl. That's when you realized Bill was gone. You looked to the den. Morgan was gone. Shit, you fucked up. You began to move towards Bill's room, but Bill's cousin Tammy came up and started to talk. “I have a new tattoo,” she said and pulled her shirt up exposing her fat stomach. There was writing on her ribcage. It was the new it thing to do. You just excused yourself and moved to the bedrooms. No one was around again.

You then heard Morgan. “Stop Bill seriously,” then you were about to walk in and pull them apart as she wanted you to do, but you heard her moan. “I'm going to fucking cum if you keep doing that. Don't!” You peered in. Morgan was holding the cushion to Bill's black leather game/fuck seat. She was slughtly bent. Bill was behind her, his hands under her tan skirt. There was a squiqhing noise. “You're always trying to finger bang me at these things asshole.” She joked. The joke hit you like a ton of bricks. He had tried last time. You had stopped it.

He confirmed it. “If he hadn't walked in I'd a been doing this six months ago,”

“Probably,” she laughed. It hurt, but it was probably true. She then pushed her hips back twice before she pulled her skirt down. “Sseriously I need these hose to last the day. They'e soaked now asshole.” She moved away. “This is EXACTLY what happened last time!”

You finally walked in at those words. Words that all but confirmed she was wet last time. Morgan saw you. “Where the fuck have you been mister,” she pushed Bill. “This drunk dickhead is your problem! You promised!” She walked by and pushed you, not angrily just sort of playfully.

“I just need to fuck that girl,” Bill said with his arm around you.

You laughed. “Not a chance. Not going to happen,” You corrected yourself. “At least not til later. You'll get to buddy!”

As the next hour passed, you realized this was new territory. Morgan nd you were not going to leave. In fact, everyone was getting drunker. There was a point when people played couples “quarters” and you got stuck with Tammy. Your eyes never left Morgan, who sat in Bill's lap now, and she was swatting his arm away as he constantly tried to touch her groin. More like her legs, which looked amazing in those nylons. You wanted to rub her legs. Everyone was laughing and having a great time. You enjoyed it, but for your own perverted reasons. It was wonderfully erotic to see Morgan, your girlfriend in this role as Bill's “hag”.

Then the wine ran out. It was a momentary panic. Morgan raised her hand. “I can drive.” Bill's mom praised her for saving the day. Bill and her got ready to go. Morgan came up to you. “Can we...we..uh...get your house keys?” She meant to your parents place. They were selling the home. They no longer lived there permanently. You stayed there when you were in town sometimes still.

“For what?” You asked.

Morgan gave you a look. “Do I have to spell it out dude. We're gonna fuck! Just a quick one!” She held her hands out.

You sighed. “Fine, but don't make a mess,” you said and dropped the keys in her hand. She kissed you on the cheek and ran off giddy.

You heard Bill's mom talk about how “she knew” that Morgan and Bill were going to be a couple. She helped it along. This made you mad, but you were more focused on what was going to happen at your house.

You excused yourself, and worried if anyone knew you'd be missing. No one seemed to even care, though as you slipped out. You ran around the corner and through the woods. You reached the street behind your house, and kept running. You had on nice shoes which didn't help. You arrived at your house and didn't see Morgan's car. Perfect. You ran inside, using the open window that was never locked. The same window Bill used to take women to fuck. You hid in the back side of the basement. With the bathroom were the slits could see inside. You waited.

It didn't take long, as you heard the key open the back door to the basement. A light came on, and you heard voices. “I think you're mother LOVES me,” Morgan said and you saw her put her bag on the couch. Bill was behind her ogling her skirt. “Go quick, I'm going to do the pussy muscle thing to get you to cum fast,” she stated. What was the pussy muscle thing.

Bill got up behind her and lifter her skirt. He put on a condom, which he pulled from his pants. He was swaying and dancing so you knew he was drunk. He lifted the skirt, and you couldn't see, but you heard Morgan moan. “Looks like someone is as excited as me.”

“Yeah, mmmmmm,” Morgan cooed, “I been wet ALL day, these hose are ruined.” You saw her hips move forward as Bill pushed his into her. “I think I need to cum before these things too from now on, oh fuck babe, keep going,” she was moaning. “Fuck....oh....oh.” There bodies were moving fast now. Bill was pumping, and Morgan was moving forward over the couch, almost falling over. “FUUUUCCCKKKKK!” She cried out, and you looked down to see her pantyhose covered toes curl in her heels. She moaned loudly and fell over.

Bill yelled out, “FUCCCCKKKK!” And pushed one last time. He then pulled out from behind her and wiped his head. “Shit I needed that.”

“Me too, all day,” Morgan said and stood up. She sat on the armrest and began to undo her heels. You watched her pull her pantyhose down. Bill walked out and began to pee in you yard. It was incredibly disrepectful and you knew ther ewould be piss and cum to wash out with the hose. Morgan shocked you by throwing her panythose in the trash, “These are soaked and gross!” She walked outside to Bill

You saw her swuat and pee in the yard right were Bill did. “We have to get back,” she said staning up. Bill wa watching the whole time with a smile. She was the one who had always yelled at Bill for doing that.

Morgan came back in and grabbed a new pair of hose from her bag. She pulled them up and you saw the bottom of her ass, before she fixed the hose and the skirt dropped.

She grabbed her bag and closed the door. Wihtout turning the light off. They were gone. You walked out and stared in the garbage. Before you was the pair of nylon pantyhose. Your heart was racing. You lifted them up and saw how soaked the area of the crotch was. It practically dripped. You put it to your face and took in that now unmistakable Morgan smell. This time, you went a step further in a way you never thought you would. You put the crotch of the hose, slick and dripping, into your mouth. It tasted tangy and sweet, and tart and salty all at once. Had you ever tasted her. You sucked in, and were gifted with a torrent of delicious womanly juice as it hit your tongue, and you swallowed.

You were rubbing you cock, and had no idea when it began. Time seemed to stop. You were close to cumming, but when it came time. Nothing. You had jerked it all out. At least one of you had followed Morgan's program. You took the pantyhose and put them upstairs in your old room.

You had to get back. So you ran. This time you ran into Dan, a neighbor in the back. He wasn't a friend. A short blonde drunk kid, who was dirty and just wanted more beer. He had on a red tattered shirt and jeans and crappy shoes. “Where you going dude?” He asked.

You didn't want to make small talk. Your phone then buzzed. It was Bill asking where you were. Dan actually provided and alibi. So you told him you went to talk to Dan. He told you to bring him. With a sigh, you invited the short annoying kid. The two of you went back to the party with Dan in tow.

When he met Morgan he almost had a heart attack. As you drank with him, he kept asking how Bill met HER! It annoyed you. You tried to keep Bill away, but now Morgan didn't seem to care. She was drunk. He was drunk. Everyone was.

Eventually Bill's mom asked how everyone was getting home. Apparently, Bill's uncle, his wife, and their cousin Tammy were all crashing at Bill's. That meant Morgan and Bill would have to get to her place. Which was far. And it was late.

“I can drive,” Morgan insisted, but his mother wasn't going to let that happen. Bill had DUIs already. She didn't want his “girlfriend” to have one.

After much debate, you spoke up. “They can just crash at my place!”

“Really,” Morgan looked at you and smiled. It was enough for Bill's mom. She thanked you. Morgan seemed excited. She was helping Bill put beers in a bag. “Like a sleep over!

Bill chuckled, "Except for fucking too!" He was putting beers in a bag.

His mom slapped him. "Stop it Bill! Language. Keep this one in line" She looked over to Morgan.

Morgan nodded, "You know me, I will." She then stopped and looked up, "I mean we are going to fuck a little bit!"

The remaining family, including Bill's uncle laughed. He smiled. "Thata girl!"

"What," Morgan said looking around with a smile, "I'm not amish!" It made the entire room laugh, and you feigned one. "Sleep overs are fun," she said packing more beers.

Sleep over? Oh boy, you thought.