Best of Friends 43 - Watching

Fred never understood how Noah had gotten Rachel to be his girlfriend. She was, on all fronts, way out of his league. And Fred would know, he had done his homework. On nearly all the forums he had posted her picture on, she had scored an eight or higher every time. That was unheard of. With an average of 8.7 on most graph systems for looksmaxxing, Rachel was so beautiful that many had accused him of photoshopping her face. And he couldn't blame them. Her body ratio was perfect, her facial symmetry was perfect, her lips were perfect, and her angularity was something that celebrities got surgery for.

And yet, here she was, bobbing her head down on Noah’s cock. A man who was uglier than Fred. Yeah, he might have been thinner. Yes, he was more the ‘ideal’ looking guy. And yeah, he may technically have had an ‘angular’ jaw. But that was it. Fred had compared their faces using the graph metrics. At best, Noah only scored a 4.3 on most charts. Everyone on the forums agreed that unless he did something for his cheekbone structure, there would be no hope for him in the dating scene.

Yet, here he was.

Fred watched as Rachel’s lips slowly slid down his shaft. He watched her thighs sway as her slurping filled the room.

Fred’s fat fingers squeezed his cock tightly as she slowly peeled away her underwear, exposing her bare, pink pussy. Noah moaned and grabbed the top of her head, pushing it down as he thrust upward.

Fred grimaced at the sight. Noah's fingers were too thin, and his skin was too pale. It looked like a goblin was taking Rachel. It made absolutely no sense why she would be attracted to him. It used to keep Fred up at night. Every time he touched himself, thinking about her. Every time he watched Noah leave to see her. Every time she kissed him on his bed, his mind spun.

There was no way on earth someone like her would choose someone like him.

That is, until he read the rumors on several group chats.

Rachel wasn't just seeing Noah. She was fucking other guys on the side.

The level of relief Fred felt when he heard that was overwhelming.

Of course, it meant that Rachel was a low-value woman, but it at least made sense why she was ‘with’ Noah for now. She was a slut, plain and simple. A woman who clearly could never be satisfied with someone as worthless as Noah. So now, he was just her cuck.

It was disgusting, and yet, Fred’s eyes stayed fixed on the couple.

He watched as Rachel kissed Noah's cock one last time, then slowly mounted him. He watched as her delicate fingers moved Noah's cock between her legs. He watched as her folds slowly spread open as she sat down. He watched Noah's balls constrict as Rachel’s round ass cheeks met them. He gripped himself tightly as she pushed her hair behind her shoulders and began to bounce.

Fred pretended it was him underneath those legs, grabbing her neck and pulling her in for a kiss as he tamed her with his cock. And why shouldn't it be that way? If Rachel was going to debase herself and fuck whoever she wanted, Fred was a far better candidate for a boyfriend than Noah ever could be. He was smarter, funnier, more clever, an esports champion. He had done so much more with his life than Noah ever would. Plus, he could last way longer than Noah. He had held out for three hours during his last edging session. It almost made him laugh watching Noah struggle to keep it together underneath Rachel’s onslaught.

She slammed her ass down in perfect rhythm, clearly well practiced. The name they had given her in the chat was more accurate than Fred had originally thought.

Godfrey’s little slut.

Fred felt himself pulse as Rachel slowly slipped off Noah’s cock. It slapped with a wet sound against his thigh as she turned around and mounted him, reverse cowgirl.

Fred's mouth watered at the sight of her. The way her thighs flattened wide as she sat back down on Noah’s pelvis. The way her perky breasts bounced as she rode him hard.

The perfect line of her stomach.

The perfect curl of her hair.

And as Fred's eyes trailed up her neck, he met Rachel's gaze.

She was looking right at him. Moaning loudly as Noah's hands gripped her waist tightly and pulled her back down onto his dick.

So this is what she was. Nothing more than a debased little slut, and Fred knew she wanted him. He could tell by the way she looked into his eyes. And why wouldn't she be? Fred might not have been a Chad, but based on the charts, he was a strong 5.6, plus his dick was 6.5 inches. Definitely above average and definitely more than Noah was giving her. Probably more than she’d ever gotten. Plus…

He was determined to be the best boyfriend she could ever have, unlike Noah. He'd let her fuck whoever she wanted, and once he finally made it big with his streaming, he'd make sure to give her all his money, too. At least, at first. He would get her to behave. He would tame that wild side of her and make sure it was only for him.

Fred's mind raced obsessively as Rachel's hands trailed up her waist and squeezed her breasts.

Her gaze was hypnotizing. Fred needed to have her. Rachel needed to be his and only his.

He would definitely make more money than Noah, and women always went after money. But that would take time. He needed her now. Maybe he could try jaw smashing. Yes. That would work. He could start tomorrow. He would start going to the gym, and he'd get on steroids. He'd do whatever he needed to in order to have her.

Rachel placed her hands on Noah's legs and began riding faster. The sounds of her wet pussy getting filled rang out loudly. Fred felt anger swell in his chest as Noah moaned and reached for her breasts.

She wasn't his to touch.

Fred couldn't hold himself back any longer. He unzipped his pants and let her see his cock.

She glanced down for a moment before closing her eyes and moaning.

Obviously, she liked what she saw. It was making her orgasm.

Fred jacked himself off furiously as Rachel moaned loudly. He wanted to step out of the bathroom, pull her off Noah, and give Rachel what she really wanted.

Instead, Fred let out a gasp and exploded onto the bathroom floor.

Watching as Noah came inside Rachel with several eager thrusts.

His Rachel.

The Rachel he had been sneaking videos of. Downloading pictures of. Following. Worshipping.

Rachel. Rachel. Rachel.

Every drop of cum was for her.

And he would make sure she knew what she could really have.

"Fuck Noah," Rachel said, glancing at Fred and giving him a wink before slipping off Noah’s cock and cleaning it with her mouth.

It was utterly disgusting to see. And Fred wasn't going to stand for it in his own room. He pushed the bathroom door open, stepping over his own mess on the worn tile floor, and walked towards his side of the dorm room. Rachel's eyes shot up to him in surprise as Noah's dick popped out of her mouth.

"That was really something," Fred said. He kept his voice cool and level, making sure to show Noah that he was the dominant one in the room.

"Jesus Fred!" Rachel said, covering her breasts embarrassingly as she slipped under Noah’s bedsheet.

"No point in playing nice, we literally just had a threesome so…"

"That was NOT a threesome," Rachel corrected.

Fred scoffed. So she still wanted to play hard to get.

"Call it whatever you want, I saw you making eyes at me," Fred dropped into his chair, pants still undone, eager to show Rachel his swelling cock. She laughed and turned to Noah, no doubt bashful to admit she was into what she saw.

"Fred uh… You mind giving us a minute to change?" Noah said.

"Why? I already saw everything." Fred was getting impatient, and he certainly wasn't going to let this cuck of a ‘friend’ get in the way of the progress he was making with Rachel.

"Oh my god, it's fine," Rachel said, letting the blanket around her chest fall as she turned to Noah.

"Are you sure?" Noah whispered.

"Yes. But Fred, can you please put your dick away at least?"

Fred smirked. So she had noticed. He looked at her exposed tits and made an effort to make his cock grow. Rachel responded by raising one hand to block her view while covering her mouth with the other.

"Oh my god! Fred, please!"

Fred's heart began to race. What the fuck kind of game was this? He wanted to fuck her so badly. He didn't understand why she wasn't crawling over to him to suck him off. Did he really have to spell it out for her? He was available and willing. He’d even been kind enough to let them finish, and this is how she repaid him?

"What, you're not even going to suck me off?" he asked. His words were wavery, but that wasn't his fault. He was very smooth. He knew that. It was Rachel's fault. She was being a bitch, and she knew it.

Rachel tilted her head and looked at him like he'd told a bad joke.

"Are you going to be weird about this?" she asked.

"What do you mean? I’m not being weird!"

"Fred…" Noah chimed in.

Fred felt his lip begin to tremble. A stupid tick that happened when people were making fun of him.

"I'm not being weird, I'm just asking for a turn," he said defensively.

"Oh boy…" Rachel looked at Noah.

"Look, man," Noah said. "You watching from the bathroom was a spur-of-the-moment thing. It didn't mean we were going to… You know."

This fucking asshole, of course he'd try to cockblcok Fred. Noah was threatened by him.

"Then why did you even let me watch? You didn't even ask me, you know."

"Oh, come on, man. Don't be like that."

"I'm serious! You guys just come over here and start fucking, you see me in the bathroom, and you just keep going! What the hell else am I supposed to think?"

"It doesn't mean that I'm going to do stuff with you," Rachel interjected.

"Really? Because last I heard that is exactly what it means." Fred's frustration was rising. He absolutely deserved this chance. And it wasn't fair that they were deciding to get cold feet now. But, of course, they got all stern with him, and glared like he'd just said the worst thing on the planet. Fred rolled his eyes and let out a long, pained sigh.

"Fred," Rachel said gently. "Seriously, you need to calm down. That was a little test run, right?"

God, her voice was so sweet, and her eyes melted him. Fred couldn’t stay mad at his princess.

"A test run?"

"Yes, to see if you could play nicely?" Rachel nodded her head, encouraging a particular kind of response.

Fred smirked as he ran a hand through his thinning hair. So there it was, plain as day. She still wanted him. The desire was painfully obvious. She just needed to play nicely in front of Noah till they worked him over.

"Right," Fred confirmed.

"So, if we ARE going to make this work, you NEED to learn to behave. If I say no, that means no. Ok?"

Her demands were like burns to Fred's skin. But he wasn't about to protest. He glanced at Noah, who was still glaring at him, then returned his attention to Rachel as he zipped up his pants.

"I can behave. I'm just confused why we aren't jumping on the opportunity right now. I'm ready to go, and we both know how much Noah likes to watch."

That was the other side of the rumors Fred had been hearing. Rachel liked to fuck, and Noah liked to watch. They had labeled the cuck of the campus. It was an inside joke that everyone but him was in on.

But Fred would use that to his advantage. He could already see it. This dorm would be their special place, their sexual mecca. He would christen the place he'd cum to Rachel countless times by plowing into her while Noah watched. He'd make sure Noah would fall asleep to her moans every night, and Fred would make sure to remind him that it was his cock she really wanted.

"We’re not jumping on the opportunity because we have to go," Rachel said, standing and grabbing her clothes.

Damn, she was a tease. Fred watched Rachel hungrily as she quickly got dressed. Noah sighed and followed suit. Fred glanced at his small, flaccid cock and shook his head.

"Should we start a group chat at least?" Fred asked. "I could make us a Discord, that way we could start scheduling when–"

"Maybe later," Rachel cut in shortly. Fred glared at her, but immediately melted when she smiled. "Sorry, we're in a hurry."

He stared at her a moment, then sniffed and nodded.

"Right, next time."

"Good," Noah added, grabbing his stuff. "And remember, we're all friends here, alright? Don't go making it all weird."

Fred rolled his eyes and didn't bother to acknowledge Noah as they left. The door closed behind them, and Fred was left alone at his desk once again. He stared at his reflection in the glossy black monitor screen, frozen in place as he imagined Rachel sucking him off while he streamed.

Cumming deep inside her mouth as the chat speculated if his hot girlfriend was giving him head.

And she would, soon enough.

Fred would tame her. Fred would make her hungry for his cock. He'd put an end to her wild days and finally make her into a real woman.

After all, he was Fred.

And he always got what he wanted.

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