John

On the bus ride home, I eventually got a text from Raquel. It was a pic of her sitting in I assumed Tyrone's bed with her giant tits out.

He must have taken it with her phone. I tried to text her back.

Me: Are you really going through with this?

No response.

Me: Raquel, I'm sorry. I was being an idiot. I shouldn't have bet you like you were something that belonged to me.

No response.

Me: Raquel? Are you there?

No response.

Me: ???????

At that point, I gave up.

Once the bus dropped us off, I got in my car and drove to my apartment. Raquel's car was still in one of the visitor spots. She didn't officially live with me but spent most nights there with me. That's when I remembered why she wasn't wearing a bra. She hadn't worn a bra to the game because she had said I could fuck her while she had her uniform on. Right now, she was supposed to be in my bed with her top pulled over her tits bouncing on my 6-inch cock till I came inside her. Was that was she was doing with him? Oh god, she wouldn't let him fuck her bareback would she? I mean, she was on the pill but still!

I spent Sunday mostly laying in bed staring at my phone hoping for a text, a call, something. I got nothing. I was so depressed that I only got up to eat and use the bathroom.

Monday morning came and I still hadn't heard from her. I had a class at 10, so I took a shower and started getting ready. However, at 9, my door opened and Raquel walked in. She was still in her cheerleader uniform, though it was really wrinkled. I rushed to her and hugged her tight. "Raquel! I'm so, so sorry! But I'm just glad you're okay!"

"It's okay, John," she said as she pushed me away. "I know you missed me and I did make you a promise." She dropped her purse on my couch and walked into my bedroom. Confused, I followed her in and saw she was laying in my bed with her tits out. I quickly dropped my pants and shorts and got in bed with her. She spread her legs and when I pulled up her skirt I saw she wasn't wearing her cheer shorts or panties but I didn't care. If she wanted to skip straight to make up sex, I wasn't going to argue. As I hilted my cock inside her, she felt REALLY wet!

At first, I was so happy that she was back. But as I plowed her, I noticed that something was...off. It was almost like her pussy didn't feel the same. I wrote that off as my imagination and kept going. But then, I noticed that she was just...laying there. Normally, she was very enthusiastic when we had sex. Moaning, talking dirty, rolling us over so she could ride me. Now, she was doing none of that. She just stared at me with a neutral expression. She must still be mad but if she was why was she letting me fuck her? Still, we hadn't fucked since Friday and I really needed to cum!

I came inside her and then rolled off of her. I expected that we would talk about what had happened but instead she got up. "I've got to get going. We'll talk later, okay?"

"Oh...okay."

As she was about to walk out of my room, she stopped and spoke without turning around. "By the way, it's good you didn't mind his cum."

"Huh? His cum?!"

"Yeah. Tyrone drove me all the way back here so I thanked him by riding his cock in the backseat of his car. He really filled me up." Then, she walked out. I was so stunned by what she said that by the time I got out of bed to go after her, she was already gone.

"What. The. FUCK!" That's why she felt so wet. She let Tyrone creampie her! And she gave me sloppy seconds. Oh shit, she fucked us back to back without even telling me! I was so angry!

But then, the depression kicked in. This was my fault. I made this happen by agreeing to that stupid bet. That wasn't makeup sex. That was her getting back at me.

I plopped down on my couch but felt I was sitting on something. I reached under me and found Raquel's phone. It must have fallen out of her purse! Obviously, I couldn't call her and tell her she left her phone. Then, I remembered that she never locks her phone.