Living up to her own words!!

This story is all about how Morgan's own words while I dated her kind of played out in this Bill and Morgan whole scenario, and how they kind of predicted FATE...as it were. Different than the normal story, and different in point of view. But it's easier to recall, laying it out like this.

Real Life MORGANisms straight from her mouth:

“[College & High-School] Parties are like being in the jungle with a pack of lions or wolves. There are WAY too many men, and very few women. There is always only ONE woman the guys are interested in. She always pretends to be 'cool', 'the girl next door' and just 'one of the guys' but in reality she's dressed kinda like a slut. The only two that EVER have fun and hook up are that 'girl next door' and the asshole who she says she doesn't like (Trust me, she likes him, they just haven't figured out where to fuck yet). They always take off somewhere leaving the losers behind to pick up the fatsos and ugos.”Morgan: To me and my college friends doing sarcastic air quotes. She hated parties.

“I don't know why guys hit on Hillary and Melonie over me. I'm better looking I think.”Morgan: to me, checking herself in mirror in bra and panties after a bar.

“Guys are gonna stick there tongues in your mouths at bars. They are. You just have to deal with it. Guys are asshole.”

Morgan: To me (before #metoo) when some guy tried to do it to her, as well as when Bill tried.

“Oh come on....handjobs aren't really cheating. Its barely anything. You're basically helping a guy jerk off. Since you were the one that probably DID that to him you should probably help him anyways.”** **Morgan: Jokingly to her friend Hillary who felt bad for giving a handjob to a guy who wasn't her boyfriend

“Arms crossed are BAD. She's annoyed and wants out. Same with looking to door. If a girl is laughing at everything a guy says its a good indication of SOMETHING. If she's flipping her hair that's SOMETHING more. Physical contact is a BIG deal. But if a girl crosses here legs into you [wearing a skirt or dress], she's giving you a signal. A HUGE signal that the guy is ONE or TWO drinks away from the 'gates' opening. It's pretty much DISPLAYING your shit for him. It means she wants to FUCK him whether she knows it or not.” Morgan: to me, Bill and our friends when she told us about body language

“Hooking up is MORE than a making out session. Making out sessions happen at bars and parties. Hooking up happens somewhere else. Make out sessions are boring. Hook-ups are a LITTLE more fun. Why not have some fun”
Morgan: to me, Bill and our friends when explaining why Make Out Session and Hooking up are different.

“Grosssss. Bill has a boner again. Why doesn't he just DO something about them**.” **Morgan: to me at a bar, when she was wearing a skirt.

“**I can't smoke a bong. I get SUPER crazy [she meant frisky she'd tell some people...which means HORNY...let's face it] when I smoke weed like that and drink at same time.” **Morgan: to me and Bill and our buddies on why she doesn’t take bong hits. And yes, she told him the “FRISKY” part too one wasted night.

“Its called a honeypot. If a super sexy girl is hitting on you or showing more skin than usual. She's after something. If your not the guys she fucks or is gonna fuck. You're getting PLAYED. And you're not getting LAID. If its TOO good to be TRUE for you losers. IT IS.”** **Morgan: to me and Bill and our friends explaining being careful of hot girls flirting or showing skin.

“I don't wanna be left out of something. If everyone has dun something or tried something, or is going to try something I kinda want to do it. Does that make me bad? Like a follower. I just get anxious if I'm the only one who hasn't.” Morgan: to her friends
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**“If Bill likes YOU then why does he jerk off in MY panties” **Morgan: Mumbling to herself after Hillary and Melonie fought thinking I didn't hear.

“Girls can be more competitive than guys.” Morgan: to me after a fight about nothing with Hillary.

BILLISMS Straight from his mouth....

“I like to mark my girl's. So everyone knows they're mine. So I can say I did that to the hot girl.**” **Bill: To me and the guys drunk, talking about why he gives girls hickies all the time.

“The rocks is where everyone goes to hook up. Everyone knows that.” ** **Bill: to Morgan explaining the 'hook up' spot in my town.

“You got to make them feel good. Tell them they were best sex you've ever had. So they come back.” Bill: To me and my friends on how to get a girl back in bed.

“I'll make you cream and scream....” Bill: to Morgan the first day they met (drunk as hell)

“Hmmm....that sounds interesting...” Morgan: to Bill in response (sarcastically of course)

So let's recap what I've seen so far in my version...

Morgan and Bill flirting upon their first meeting. Direct Quotes from Morgan that night sarcastically blowing him off...

"Don't you live at home. Bill, I'm not fucking you at your parents house, that would be inappropriate. Try again."**"I don't think we should fuck in the alley in back of the bar they'd call the cops. Try again."**"I think your buddy would be mad we're fucking in his bed. Try again.""I don't think we'd have fun fucking in your car. But at least your thinking."

A back and forth of innuendo laced with some tension. Harmless, as Morgan was a sarcastic girl, and not too shy with sex talk.

I saw Morgan peck him on the mouth. Which was nothing, it was too get him away at the club.

Flirting at the bar and 'planning' on how Bill could date her, but again, it was Morgan smoking and joking in a sarcastic manner.

I'd seen Bill NUMEROUS times try and blatantly make out with Morgan, once when I was right there. She pushed him away, but a few times he got his lips on hers. And YES Bill and I fought about this. A lot. I didn't just let him do it.

“Guys are gonna stick there tongues in your mouths at bars. They are. You just have to deal with it. Guys are asshole.”
Morgan: To me (before #metoo) when some guy tried to do it to her, as well as when Bill tried.

Bill masturbating in her bikini at her apartment. Morgan was NOT happy about that.

Flashing at Steve's wedding. Steve's wedding went a LITTLE far, but I enjoyed it and it seemed Bill did as well.

Sometime after Steve's wedding is the first real INTIMATE contact that I've written about. I wrote about one of first things I legit saw. Not too far after Steve's wedding, and probably less that a year after Bill met Morgan, Bill crashed at my place in the city black out drunk. On the orange gross couch we had. All my college roommates were gone. It was just the three of us. I was fresh out of college, Morgan was still in her senior year, and Bill...well...took him a bit.

Even though he hit on her all night and she was pissed, Morgan, ever the nice girl went and got him a blanket. I was on my deck finishing a beer and smoking. A person can see in den from the deck Morgan had on her short maroon short shorts. I watched her put them on. No panties. Just the shorts to sleep in.

As she laid a blanket on him without opening his eyes he ran his hands up her leg. With LIGHTENING SPEED his hand went up her shorts and was gone. Morgans eyes popped open and her mouth opened in shock. She was looking around but didn’t see me. She had her hand on his and pulled it away. But he was up there a good 20 seconds while she “fought” his hand.

I went upstairs. Morgan came up and attacked me minutes later We fucked hard. She was wet as fuck. Never talked about what happened and I'm pretty sure she got fingered. Certain really. That look was one of shock but also the look a girl gives when something "enters her". Plus she was WET AS FUCK down there. Bill never spoke of it, I never spoke of it, and Morgan never spoke of it.

As I said above, this was all pre-#metoo and may not have gone down the same.

A few months later is when the “Morgan and Bill” date nights occurred. When my college buddies would come up, and Morgan would NOT be cool with them. She didn't like them. Bill was the only one she kind of liked at that point, and at that point Bill wanted to be up and near Morgan ALL the time. So when my college friends were back in town, and Bill was up, Morgan kind of clung to him. They went drink for drink, smoke for smoke and shot for shot.

“If Bill likes YOU then why does he jerk off in MY panties”
Morgan: Mumbling to herself after Hillary and Melonie fought thinking I didn't hear.

Bill again masturbating in her panties, but this time Morgan actually PUT a pair of lacy see-through used panties in the guest bathroom. I saw them. Which she never did. She never hung up panties to 'dry'. Who does that. She never left panties in the main bathroom let alone the guest. It was odd, and she knew Bill was coming up for baseball. She left, and came back AFTER Bill had left. Same as before he took a LOT of pisses. She came home and checked bathroom. Sure enough a mess of panties. I mean we THINK he did it. There were no LOADS, just wet and moved.

At some point, around my birthday, they shared something MORE than a peck. A full make-out session to get Bill to pay a tab and leave a bar. Morgan says it was their first kiss. Something that I believe happened much LATER and I did see that was VERY VERY similar. An almost IDENTICAL fact scenario to the 'birthday bar kiss'. However, according to Morgan it happened EARLY. I did some cuckold detective work. Still, I don't think she's right. It was a LONG time ago now, and I think I'm more accurate, but it's not like I've confronted her about exact dates.

Here is the thing, as I've said, Morgan was apprehensive about being honest for two reasons. Number one, it makes her look slutty, and number two, Bill kind of just did things and Morgan let him. Further, her best friend, Hillary, the bitch was dating Bill. Morgan, as has been stated, sort of cuckolded Hillary if that is at ALL possible. Finally, I know for a FACT, that Morgan and Bill get so drunk they just out-right FORGET things. As we all do. I mean, I've told them stories (after she had been dating him) confirmed by other friends that they did in public, and they both were black out drunk.

So here is something I saw. Of course it's jazzed up to form a narrative (SUE ME). Can't be certain where it falls in time-line I guess. Somewhere between meeting and fucking. Lol.

Pool Tournament.....Where the story is now....

Looking around, Morgan was right as per usual about 'parties'. This time it was mainly friends from my hometown. There were over 16 men, and about only 5 girls. The men were buddies from high-school, stragglers from college who stayed in the city, and some guys from the direct neighborhood. Tonight was the third pool tournament that had been going on for a few years (and would continue for a time).

There isn't a need to tell you the exact manner in which the brackets were made. To say the least, we each had to play our bracket. 4 guys per bracket, and you had to leave with two wins to advance. Trust me, it took a LONG time, but it worked out. We'd start right at like 6 AM and some nights go into the early morning.

The tournament wasn't really important. And most of the guys aren't that important. The girls are a LITTLE more important to the story. One buddies red haired fat girlfriend whose name I'll leave out. Mels, who lives on the street behind me, who I HAVE written about (an S-Girl; really mean girls from high-school. Mels was better than the others). Shes cute, or was, but gained weight in the stomach. Still a decent rack at that point, even if her face was showing a bit or age. Sorry to be honest.

Then there was Morgan, Hillary and Melonie. These three were still relatively young, and dressed to the nines to go “clubbing” at 11PM. Hillary had on a tight blue top and jeans that she probably had to be helped into. Her muffin top kind of spilled over the sides. Not bad heels, as they were these stiletto things. Melonie went WAY overboard as she often did. Sad thing is, Melonie is somewhat pretty. Has an exotic face with sort of Asian features. Decent rack as well. Except her thighs are big and strange cottage cheese on the calves. Again, decent heels, more DIVA than Hillary. It was her eyebrows that she pushed out and made them look alien that was a complete turn-off.

“I don't know why guys hit on Hillary and Melonie over me. I'm better looking I think.”** **Morgan: to me, checking herself in mirror in bra and panties after a bar.

Then there was Morgan. At this point she was still normally reserved. Lower skirts, smaller heels, less make-up. Not sure why she decided to changed things up that night. But she did. BIG TIME. She had short hair then, sexy blonde streaks, hoop earrings, full pink lipstick, make-up covering her pimps and scars. Her eyes weren't crossed (yes, they were at first when she drank; its common). Despite having slightly bad posture, her shoulders were back further at that point. Making her appear taller. She wore a rather tight black top, and a shorter than normal pink pleated skirt. The skirt showed off ample leg, especially when sitting down. To cap off this amazing look, she had pink strap heels, that showed off her sexy feet and gave her four more inches. The heels were sexy, and wrapped around her toes, and her ankles. Same pink toenails and fingernails. Morgan was dressed WELL. Someone pointed out recently, that she was simply maturing before our eyes. I guess that was 100% factual. Because that night she blew the competition away BY far.

Which brings me to the last girl at the party. Not really relevant to the story overall, but provides some background. Another neighbor, Mels friend, and the sister of a person competing in the tournament. I'll call her CRUSH. This was a girl I grew up with that I secretly longed for. I recalled being at a party at her house, and her coming down in a skirt and boot heels, not hiding that tight body I knew was there. She rarely dressed in such a way. She sat with me on the couch and flirted with me. Never happened before. Right there, on her couch, at her party, I had the first erection I've ever had, to a girl I knew in real life. Not my first erection, just the first to a girl that wasn't on TV or in a magazine. I'd spend my next few days masturbating to my own friend.

“Its called a honeypot. If a super sexy girl is hitting on you or showing more skin than usual. She's after something. If your not the guys she fucks or is gonna fuck. You're getting PLAYED. And you're not getting LAID. If its TOO good to be TRUE for you losers. It is.”
Morgan: to me and Bill and our friends explaining being careful of hot girls flirting or showing skin.

This quote now rings true, as that day way back when, while I bragged to my friends at her house about CRUSH hitting on me, and flirting, Bill was upstairs fucking her. I had no idea until months later.

At the point I'm writing about, CRUSH was fat. She was, sorry to be honest. Still cute in the face, but that body had not developed well. Not all girls develop well. Morgan on the other hand. While we all seemed to be maturing one way, Morgan seemed to be maturing the RIGHT way. It made sense, she was three years younger than me.

Morgan had her beat. It wasn't even close. Morgan had them all beat. The strange thing was, none of my friends seemed to take notice. Except for some younger guys like CRUSH's brother and another neighbor. And of course, Bill.

So as per usual, I was busy, trying to split attention from Morgan to the guys and the tournament. Morgan was talking about “wrapping it up” before the club. I wasn't sure I could. But I told her, if I lost we could go. She wanted to smoke weed, and I didn't have the time. I was in charge of this tournament. It was at my house, if I hadn't mentioned that. In my basement.

I wasn't oblivious to Morgan and Bill at this point. Not by a long shot. In fact, part of me was sort of stepping back from getting in between, letting it play out. Wondering in my mind how far it would go. Had it gone anywhere? The flirting wasn't unique to Bill. But the 'fingering' and **** kisses definitely were.

I mean, I didn't really know what a cuckold was (I would soon enough), but I was SURE as hell getting boners every single time they talked. Bill at this point was 'dating' Hillary, which just meant to him that it was a drunk hook up. To Hillary it was a real relationship. He had made out with Melonie (and more that I didn't know until later) which was actually caught by Hillary. In fact, it was same night Morgan pecked him on lips to get him away at the club. So he ACTUALLY kissed all three in one night. Sort of.

“Girls can be more competitive than guys.” Morgan to me after fighting with Hillary and Melonie about nonsense. Trust me...nonsense.

Morgan didn't help the tension. As stated before, it seemed like she enjoyed winning his attention over Hillary and Melonie. Tonight it all started innocently enough. Hillary and Bill were chatting on the couch while I was playing out my bracket. Morgan walked over and instead of coming to me, maybe because I was playing, she walked to Bill. “Bill...smoke?”

Hillary didn't bat an eye-lash at that point. But I watched Bill and Morgan go out to the back deck. Unnoticed by anyone but myself. I watched Morgan pull out one of her Newports as they chatted. She then lit it in her mouth, and handed it to Bill. She lit herself another cigarette.

They got dragged into a conversation with Mels and CRUSH on the deck. Morgan was laughing at a lot of what Bill was saying.

“If a girl is laughing at everything a guy says its a good indication of SOMETHING.”
Morgan: to me, Bill and our friends when she told us about body language

The four of them came inside and Morgan told me she was going to make drinks for everyone. They went upstairs and I was more than curious to see what was happening. It didn't take long for them all to come back with red solo cups.

But it became suddenly apparent that a “Morgan and Bill date night” was occurring right before my eyes, unbeknownst to anyone but myself. They walked back outside with Melonie and Hillary who were smoking. Another lit cigarette from Morgan, who took one puff and handed it to Bill. Melonie wasn't keen to this, but Hillary gave a look.

Morgan had all but finished her drink, and waved it to Bill. He nodded and Morgan walked inside and upstairs. Hillary got close to Bill then, as a girl who 'thinks' she is dating a guy would. It looked fine from where I was.

My girlfriend came down with drinks and brought them out to her friends and Bill. Melonie came inside and sat on the couch next to my buddy and his on and off red haired fat girlfriend. I'll call her 'Red'. Apparently they knew the same people. Hillary got a phone call at the WRONG time, which of course left Bill and Morgan alone. My distraction WAS weighing on me, as I had to play my rounds of pool. I lost won but won two to advance.

It was then I got some time to pay attention again, and it seemed that Bill was introducing Morgan to CRUSH's brother who I'll call 'PUNK' and his neighbor who I'll call 'DIRTY'. They seemed to be the only ones besides me to notice Morgan's more 'revealing' skirt that night. It was odd to watch, as if Bill was introducing MY girlfriend and his own. She laughed at something said and rubbed Bill's arm.

“Physical contact is a BIG deal.”
Morgan: to me, Bill and our friends when she told us about body language

So after winning I was able to get back to being closer to Morgan. I always told myself I'd let it ride out, but would get nervous and jealous. At that point my erection was big, and had to be tucked under my belt. Fate seemed to step in, and Bill's round came up.

Morgan and Hillary began a back and forth. But it seemed more about Melonie. I couldn't get the gist but they were fighting about men. Melonie eventually got a cab, leaving Hillary and Morgan to chat while the guys seemed to focus on the game. At one point, Morgan and Hillary went outside to smoke and they again seemed to bicker. I think I heard Hillary say “he's fine here with you apparently.” Guess I wasn't the only one who noticed.

It wasn't long before Hillary disappeared, leaving Morgan in club clothes at the party. I asked what it was a bout, and Morgan told me Hillary is just 'being a bitch' as always. She said Melonie was 'hating' on Hillary as well. Girl stuff, and I wasn't particularly interested at that point.

My girlfriend wasn't one to be a 'Debbie Downer', quite the contrary. She was always the 'life' of the party. She mingled with Red, and CRUSH, and Mels, and even talked with Punk and Dirty, telling me they were 'old friends' in a joking manner.

It was my time back on the table now. Bill had advanced again. Without Hillary and Melonie, Morgan was now squarely attached to Bill. They'd smoke together, she'd grab beers for them (never asking me), and move between groups chatting.

I will say this, Morgan gave me several OUTS for this night. Several ways to end the path of fate. She kept saying “let's take off”, or “go to a bar”, or “back to her place”. But the tournament meant close to 1000 dollars and bragging rights. I'd won before, and Bill had. This was a big deal for us, even though Morgan called us losers for caring.

It was around 11PM when I noticed Bill sitting on the couch with Red on his left, her boyfriend on the pool table as I waited for my third game across the room. Morgan came inside and sat down right next to Bill. Nothing crazy right? Except her right leg was crossed over her left INTO Bill.

“But if a girl crosses here legs into you [wearing a skirt or dress], she's giving you a signal. A HUGE signal that the guy is ONE or TWO drinks away from the 'gates' opening. It's pretty much DISPLAYING your shit for him. It means she wants to FUCK him whether she knows it or not.”
Morgan: to me, Bill and our friends when she told us about body language

Now, I will 100% fully and finally admit this was NOT the first time she'd done this.

I don't think Morgan ever was speaking about her own body language, but always pointing out other girls at bars, or parties talking to my friends. Trying to teach us when to 'make a move' or not. But I certainly paying attention to HER body language from the first time she told me this. Again, a cuckold detective over here. Detective Cuck is on the case.

Since I met her. the thing is, she was REALLY REALLY good about this rule. Her own rule. I never once observed her crossing her legs into any of my friends, from college or from high-school. I never observed her do it to ANY guys at bars, whether they hit on her or not. I never saw her do it at parties, weddings, bars, etc. Not to a soul. And to be honest, with myself more than anyone, as I was gonna say she did it a few time, she only REALLY did it to me (when not nude or in lingerie) ONCE. Only once when I treated two lonely girls nicely and they said I was sweet, and Morgan thought it was adorable. I remember thinking how drunk she must have been seeing her legs crossed into me.

This might have actually been one of the BIGGEST indications on how things would turn out, even more so than flashing him, or pecking his lips, or letting him finger her and not telling anyone (I know...crazy right).

Well, I watched her to this VERY thing at the dive bar where I first introduced her to Bill. At one point, despite saying he was an ass, and she couldn't stand him, I saw her legs crossed into him as they chatted and she laughed.

And on EACH and EVERY (well almost) “Morgan and Bill” date night, I'd watch her eventually cross her legs into Bill, whether it was jeans or a skirt or leggins.

At Steve's wedding, after her third drink. She was in between us, and she had her legs, in a dress and stocking crossed to Bill the WHOLE night.

During this whole time she'd talk about that 'rule'. How if a girl crossed her legs into a guy, it was 'showing her shit', or 'displaying herself', 'one or two drinks away from opening the gates', and 'she wants to fuck the guy whether she knows it or not.' I don't think she knew it. Maybe Bill did or sensed it.

That's the thing, that despite being with me, she continually gave the body language that she was either into Bill or with him from the start. Subtle.

So I know its not big to you the reader, but to me, a burgeoning cuckold, this was intense. Normally she had a more modest skirt, but that night, she was showing a LOT of leg, which meant a LOT of inner thigh. 'Displaying herself' were Morgan's own words. She'd pointed this out NUMEROUS times with other women. Like dozens.

And I KNOW Bill did notice. Especially that night, since he had a fucking erection right there. He was watching her legs more than I was, with her heels bobbing. His conversation with Red was DONE.

“Grosssss. Bill has a boner again. Why doesn't he just DO something about them.”
Morgan: to me at a bar, when she was wearing a skirt

Morgan and Bill were chatting and pointing to people. He'd occasionally whisper something and Morgan would laugh. It became time for Morgan and Bill to smoke, and they left Red. They had the deck to themselves and I watched her light one for him, and then smoke her own. This time Bill pointed to my friend who Red dated. He then went close again and whispered to Morgan's ear. She gasped and shook her head and mouthed “NOOOOO!” In a long and drawn out manner, laughing as he nodded. I knew what he was telling her. That when Red and my buddy broke up temporarily he got a blowjob from her.

It was Morgan's turn to point, and she pointed at CRUSH, to which Bill nodded. He began to tell a long story and looked over at me, and I luckily looked away. When I turned back, Morgan nodded as if confirming something. She then pointed to Mels, and shrugged and made a “sort of” sign with his hands. I know what he was doing. Trying to seem like the stud. It was true he had hooked up with all the girls at the party, including Melonie and Hillary. But he had only fucked CRUSH and Hillary. Further, my buddy fucked Red often still. They were always on and off. I hooked up with Mels real young. Punk and Dirty even hooked up with Mels, which was odd since Mels was Punk's sister's BESTIE in the whole world. It was a small town. Girls got passed around. It happened.

During my last game of that round, Morgan came up, and asked if I wanted to smoke weed. I said “no”. She called me lame, and said I needed to finish up. She kept getting yelled at on the phone by Hillary and Melonie. Which was true, so apparently they made up and wanted us to come out.

At one point, Bill and Morgan found their way BACK to the deck alone. Smoking and joking. It was then that Bill asked her something, but she said no. She kept rolling her eyes. She eventually came inside and went to get me a drink. I had finished my round, and was advancing. Bill wasn't going to be on the table for at least an hour. It was getting late, and Morgan was annoyed. We still had two more rounds. She asked about smoking weed again. I told her no.

More people had shown up. A few more buds from the area, not really, just dudes who wanted as place to drink. And another girl named Stephanie or Stephs, who was CRUSHES other bestie, and another S-Girl. CRUSH was not one of the s-girls, she was too nice, and not like them, but she was friends with them.

I noticed Punk was constantly talking to Morgan, who kept her arms crossed.

“Arms crossed are BAD. She's annoyed and wants out. Same with looking to door.”
Morgan: to me, Bill and our friends when she told us about body language

Sure enough Morgan constantly looked to doors while talking with Punk.

The crowd grew, and the games got more intense. Other games started. Morgan disappeared temporarily and I noted Bill was no where to be seen. I had some time so I went outside, there were a few people smoking and I made small talk. Above us on the upper deck, Morgan and Bill chatted and smoked alone. I watched her sigh and then walk inside. I went back inside by the pool table and Morgan came down. She walked up and rubbed my arm. BIG WIN, I told myself. She showed me texts from Hillary about coming out. She said she was just going to take a taxi and go to the Ale House for an hour. I told her that's fine.

I watched her leave up the stairs and out the front door. From the windows in the basement, I watched, pretending to pay attention to a heated game my buddies were in. But all I saw was Morgan walk past the trees in my front yard and down the street. Which was odd for getting a cab. My heart raced, and my cock began to swell. She was walking to the side street that led to the back street that led down to Bill's street.

Bill came down, and I expected him to say he was leaving, but he didn't. He went outside and had a smoke. Then came back and and joked for a few minutes. Not more than ten minutes, before I heard him say he was going to his place to grab beers and his own smokes.

One his way out back, Punk and Dirty stopped him. I couldn't hear them over music and yelling of party goers. But Punk's face lit up and he made a 'awww damn' defeated motion with his face and shoulders. He fist bumped Bill and I watched Bill walk across the yard and hop the fence to our back neighbors yard to get to the connecting street. He could meet Morgan at the intersection to the left, if any of this was real. My heart wouldn’t stop.

I had just advanced, but I don’t think Morgan or Bill knew that. The party was in full swing. I wasn't being paid TOO much attention to unless I engaged at that point. I knew my buddies would stop if cops showed up, or stop the outsiders from being rowdy. This was their home too. They've defended it before.

I knew I had to move. And I did. With a quickness. Not wanting anyone to see me go out front door, I went upstairs, and out onto back upper deck. The stairs were fat enough away from lower deck to move fast, but not be heard too much. There wasn't anyone outside anyways. I was nervous and lit a smoke as I all but ran. No...I did run. I wanted to know if something was happening. AGAIN.

So I followed Morgan's path to the back street. I didn't see her, so she must have turned left. She had the time. About ten minutes on me. But I could beat Bill. I knew I could. There were enough cars lined on the street to duck down when I turned the corner. At the end, standing under a street light was my girlfriend, looking UP the street towards where Bill must have come out. “You were just going to leave me.” She said rather loudly. There was no noise beyond an occasional car on the main street.

As he caught up, he made a joke, but I couldn't hear. They started to walk down towards Bill's house and my heart sank, while my cock soared up and almost past it. Had to in my mind, it was so hard. It's both embarrassing and exhilarating to watch it all play out. Hurt, pain, betrayal, mixed with intense arousal. A deadly cuck combination.

Now here is the thing about the neighborhood. There were woods on all sides. Small forests that ran behind houses for a block or so. Each one had paths. Paths myself, my friends and local kids created. We spent our youth moving through them, drinking in them, and uh....doing naughty things with women.

I knew there was a path directly across from my position behind “Family K's” yard. They were kind of uppity Christians so I didn't want to be caught. I ran through their yard at lightening speed, not caring if anyone heard me. Hopefully they'd think it was an animal.

Like I've written before, yards had outcroppings of these small 'wooded' areas, and occasionally I could get close. I literally beat them by about four houses. They were moving slow and talking. Morgan's heels could be heard clicking on the pavement.

I heard her say something like “You didn't REALLY hook up with all those girls.”

Which Bill replied. “All of them.”

Morgan laughed and called him a jerk for some reason. They were talking lower than I hoped. When they made their way past me, I looped back into the woods, and ran down a long open path that lead to the unpaved road we all drank at. There were rocks and stumps to sit on. I was thinking he'd take her there, since it was a notorious hook-up spot. And no, I'd never hooked up with Morgan there. So my cock was now urging to be taken care of, but I had to wait. I watched them walk past the open area, and I was a little disappointed. This meant I'd have to wait for them to pass the clearing or they'd see me.

I decided to hang back for a bit. I watched them reach Bill's street and then break towards his house that was a few houses down. At least they weren't like...holding hands, I told myself.

I was near heart attack now. Not sure what I'd be able to see. I could look in a window. Which I tried. But they weren't in the front den. Bill's room light was off, and I heard no noise from the backyard. Now the reality is, I never really filmed them in their homes like the later chapters in the original portion of the story state. I never set up hidden cameras, I never really followed them CONSTANTLY.

But I will 100% I did follow them. Like that night. And I did break laws. Statutes of Limitations are LONG since gone, and I feel like since this was MY girlfriend, I kind of had the right.

Just like an open window in the house I grew up in, I knew the fail-safe to enter Bill's home. The family never locked the side door that lead into the garage area. In fact, they left the thin mesh outer door as the only means to stop breaking in. It was a suburb. Rarely crimes beyond drunk driving.

I also knew they didn't even HAVE a door from the dark garage area to the entertainment den. You could look right into the den where the large TV was where we'd drink, play video games and hang out on the two couches (on that rare instance his parents were out). In fact, we OFTEN played tricks on one another, trying to scare each other, even going so far as playing “batwing” game where you'd call a buddy into a room and show your balls. He'd get punched for seeing your balls. We literally would hide in their as kids for “capture the flag” or “hide and seek”. There was so much shit, like any family, just piled up that one could hide and not be seen, and look DIRECTLY into the den on the largest of the two couches.

I did exactly this. It was a violation of law, and my friends privacy, and I know this. But I had to. I crept slowly past the one family car, and realized that his parents were apparently out somewhere. Again, a rare occasion. I crept to side door before the large wooden fence, and was relieved that it was open. I was nervous, embarrassed, ashamed, and aroused. More mixing of strange emotions.

But I could hear them plain as day. Some rock music was on, but it was low. Morgan was saying “she shouldn't be doing this”, and I was stopped in my tracks, hoping to see something and nothing all at the same time. But I pushed on, and when I looked in, I saw Bill on the couch to Morgan's right with the purple bong (MY purple bong actually). She was sitting on couch closer to kitchen. They were sitting next to each other, and for first time her legs were actually CROSSED out, which was a relief, but still a lot of creamy white thigh shown. Her pink heels bobbing rather nervously as Bill packed a bowl. I didn't move, but they didn't even look my way. So I moved back to a shelf of boxes and moved behind best I could. It was dark as FUCK in that garage. No seeing me hopefully.

If your wondering if I jerked off. The answer is NO. I wasn't going to violate MORE laws. Not then at least. Bill packed a bowl, and I was shocked they were literally going to smoke INSIDE. His parents must not be coming back for a few days. Which was a dick move, since he never mentioned this, and some parties could happen at HIS place for once.

He took a bong rip, and I won't go into too much details, but bong's pack a lot of punch. He handed Morgan the bong, and she sighed as she grabbed it. “How do I?” She was asking how to do it, and Bill helped her hold it, and told her just to suck in a hit while he lit it, and then pull the slide out. She did exactly as told, and instantly began to cough as a bellow of thick white smoke came from her mouth. She kept coughing. And then she grabbed a budlight from the table, and sipped it. There was only one budlight. They were apparently sharing. Which I had seen a few times. Morgans lipstick on the can.

Bill took the bong back, and took another hit. Morgan sipped THEIR beer again, and set it down. Her eyes were ALREADY beat red. But like a trooper she took another smaller hit. Still coughing. She bent forward putting her hands on her head.

Morgan kept her hands in her head as Bill sipped the beer and took another bong hit. She told him she was done. Hands still on her face, kind of rocking back and forth a little. Bill just sipped the shared beer and watched.

This is when Morgan changed my life. She sighed deeply, and said “Are we gonna hook up or what?”

“I can't smoke a bong. I get SUPER crazy [she meant frisky she'd tell some people...which means HORNY...let's face it] when I smoke weed like that and drink at same time.”
Morgan: to me and Bill and our buddies on why she doesn’t take bong hits. And yes, she told him the “FRISKY” part too one wasted night.

I was floored. Hurt, betrayed, angry. Angry at them both. I had to stop this. It couldn't play out. I was going to stop it. Take one step.

But before I did, she picked her head up. They shared one brief look, and then they're faces SMASHED together. Like, I mean they SMASHED heads, to point I thought they'd be hurt, but no, they locked on and began to make out. This wasn't really normal kissing, it was all over the place, that head twisting, tongues out, back and forth, like tongue fight kind of kiss. Like a first kiss at a bar, which with her words, made ME think this was their first time going at it like this. This wasn't a peck. And Bill wasn't shoving his tongue down her throat. Well, he was, but hers dove deep into his mouth time and again, Honestly, to this day, I doubt I've seen to people kiss so sloppily. Not even drunks at a bar. Their saliva was moving back and forth in and out of each others mouths.

Anyone would have said it was sort of gross, obscene and sloppy. But me....it was amazing. So erotic, that I don't think I'd wanted to jerk off more in my life, much to my embarrassment. I won't lie, some came out without doing a thing.

This sloppy tongue fight finally stopped. Bill and Morgan got up, and talked about a smoke. She grabbed the community beer, which had her lipstick, and so did Bill's face.

I crept out the back and around to the fence. Again, it was never closed, and I crept to the back corner. Bill and Morgan were in an embrace now, kissing one moment and chatting the next. A smoke in Morgans hand which she occasionally brought to her mouth and shared with Bill.

I caught the end of her statement. “...be the only one who DIDN'T hook up with you,” she kissed him and then took a puff. “It would be weird.”

“I don't wanna be left out of something. If everyone has done something or tried something, or is going to try something I kinda want to do it. Does that make me bad? Like a follower. I just get anxious if I'm the only one who hasn't.”
Morgan: to her friends

She walked Bill over to a picnic bench attached to the table in his yard, facing to the South of the yard. They were holding hands. Bill sat down and she sat in his lap, cigarette in hand.

“We've hooked up before,” Bill added.

She shook her head and handed him the cigarette. “You've stuck your tongue in my mouth a few times. It wasn't a back and forth Bill. It's you being YOU.” She poked his chest. She grabbed the cigarette back. “Besides, that wasn't hooking up dude. Make out sessions are not hooking up. Hook ups are more fun.”

“Hooking up is MORE than a making out session. Making out sessions happen at bars and parties. Hooking up happens somewhere else. Make out sessions are boring. Hook-ups are a LITTLE more fun. Why not have some fun” Morgan: to me, Bill and our friends when explaining why Make Out Session and Hooking up are different.

She turned her head back to Bill, sitting in his lap, their position was odd but they kissed, as best they could, using as much tongue as two people possibly could. She adjusted in her seat, aka Bill's lap, and got a better angle to kiss him. In the dark, I could make something out under her shirt, and I am sure it was Bill's hand. He was feeling up my girlfriend. This lasted for two minutes, with Bill moving one unseen breast to the next, and I knew her hard perfect nipples were being played with by that asshole. She pulled off the kiss, and moved his hands down from under her shirt. “Hook ups are more fun,” she laughed. “BUT I'M NOT FUCKING YOU BILL! I'M NOT HURTING BUNZ LIKE THAT!” She insisted. Did she not know this would hurt? Because it did, but yes, it was also intensely provocative.

They smoked and talked, stopping the kisses, but sharing the smoke. And the beer. There was an odd silence, and Morgan sighed. “Cut it out Bill.”

“Hook ups are funner you said,” Bill laughed, and I looked down to see my friend's hand trying to move between her legs.

She commented about NEEDING to get back. But Bill insisted they'd been there only twenty minutes, which was surprisingly true on the clock in the den I figured that myself. Morgan than said she has to piss. Bill remarked about going to the den to smoke a little more, which Morgan assured him she was done.

I went back around, beating Bill to the den. I took my place in the dark garage. Bill sat and smoked. He took a position closer to the kitchen now, Morgan was on that side when they first made out. My girlfriend walked back into the room. She grabbed Bill's hand, and shocked me as she moved towards the garage area which SHE KNEW OF. But Bill saved me, not knowing it, when he pulled her down to the couch on his right. She fell down sort of laughing in an odd position. With her long sexy right leg crossed over her left leg, but slung over Bill's knee. Her left foot on the couch.

She called him an “Asshole” but grabbed his chin and kissed him. As they made out I ran my eyes over Morgan's body, and realized that it wasn't just her legs crossed INTO Bill, they were almost splayed out, and open enough to lift her skirt. She probably didn't know, and he couldn’t even see. I could, and I saw her see-through turquoise panties. The ones Bill JACKED off in mind you.

What was so uncomfortable for me to see, and painful, was just how horny Morgan was. She was practically dripping down there, and her pussy was so swollen, the bottom slit wasn't covered by her panties. I wondered if there was a smell growing from her sex. Bill didn't look down, but his left hand began to roam her right sexy thigh and then dive to her ass. He groped it, and then pushed onward, slinking down between her legs.

With that SAME lightening speed, he pushed two fingers into her cunt, past her panties. Dipped them in with a ease that astounded me. I recalled the same thing when he was on the couch months ago. The guy had a way of slipping his fingers in my girl's pussy before she could even stop him.

“Huh,” she sighed loudly, and picked her head up from the sloppy kissing. I saw that same look of astonishment, that same thousand yard stare, past Bill and to some spot in the kitchen. That same look of disbelief that something had slipped into her so quickly and easily. Same quiver, but instated of being above Bill, she was on the couch with him, her arms on his arms. “STOP BILL!” She suddenly looked at him, but Bill's fingers were moving in and out her wet pussy, making sloshing noises. LOUD noises. She was now trying to detach his hands from her cunt with her right hand on his wrist. “STOP BILL!” She said again, still staring at him. “I DON'T WANNA HURT BUNZ!” She removed her hand from his wrist and planted it on her face. Same as she had before asking him to hook up. She just stayed like that with his fingers moving faster in her pussy, and it felt odd in that moment to know she thought of me. Thought of me as my buddy fingered her on his couch. Morgan muttered “BILLLLLLLLLL!” Long and drawn out. It was an accusatory moan, and a sexual guttural release at once. Like she was saying “Bill your an ass,” while cumming, if that made sense

Bill was sucking on her neck then, in the back, beneath her ear. Her head swung slightly up, allowing the invasion. “Huuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh,” She sighed rather softly, now letting out a sort of disappointed and defeated moan. But I saw her body tense, and her hand came down from her face and gripped his wrist again, no longer fighting, so much as bracing. Her hands brought my vision back to his fingers, and I was shocked to literally see my girlfriend's swollen dark lipped pussy pulsing around his two digits. It appeared as if her pussy was sucking them in, and contracting, before opening and sending juice rolling down his fingers and onto the couch.

Then she said outright “Your an asshole Bill.” Her hand now pulling at his wrist until he released himself from her pussy. She was patting his shoulder. “Now we need to go back.” She moved until her knees were on couch, pulling her pink skirt down.

But Bill wasn't budging. He brought her back down. Which caused her right leg to come over his left leg, and she kissed him her head hanging down, and his looking up. He groped her ass, and I saw his hands under the skirt on the bottom of her perky little ass, with that turquoise thong backside. My cock wanted to explode.

My asshole friend grabbed her wrist now and brought it to his crotch. My girlfriend sighed, but held her hand at his crotch. She was looking up to the ceiling, her back to me, and his hands went up her shirt. Her hand stayed on his crotch, and I watched my buddy pull my girl's shirt up and suck her tits. I could only see side boob, but he sure as hell was paying them both attention. I noticed Morgan's hand wasn't leaving his crotch and actually moving slowly up and down. She sat back down, her legs on top of one another, her heels on the couch, with her knees slightly on Bill's right leg. “Let's get it over with,” she sighed, and reached into his waist band. “Get it out already,” she said in a mocking tone.

“Oh come on....hand-jobs aren't really cheating. Its barely anything.”
Morgan: Jokingly to her friend Hillary who felt bad for giving a handjob to a guy who wasn't her boyfriend

Bill helped pull his jeans apart. Soon, I was watching my girlfriend pulling at a large protrusion from gray boxer shorts. She reached in and pulled it from the crotch hole. It was so odd to watch, with my girlfriend's hand behind Bill's head kind of rubbing his hair, and in her other hand was my friend's cock. “Not bad....decent size....width.....ok...ok.” She nodded. She was slowly pumping his hard dick, and jealousy over-took me as she watched his cock and examined it, pulling it forward, inspecting the back side and the shaft, and rubbing fingers over the head. That's when I realized their color of their shirts matched. He had a black collared shirt as always. Not sure why I recall that.

Bill asked the question on my mind. “Is it bigger than Bunz,” he groaned with a shit-eating smile. He was, about two inches and a little thicker. My face turned red in the dark.

But Morgan defended me. “Don't ask that if you want this to finish.” She began to pump with intention now, pulling her hand all the way down, and then up to his tip, slowly. Morgan was staring at his cock, tapping fingers on the couch with her other hand, behind Bills head. All nonchalantly jerking my friend off. “This is why you lost some games today.”

My friend agreed. “I can't concentrate. Those goddamn LEGS!” His head was back in the cushions of the couch, as if he was pressing himself to get inside. He was breathing heavy.

She brought her left hand down, and under her right, as the right still jerked his cock, now slightly faster. “The girls get you all bonered up all the time huh?” She used 'their' word to describe her legs. She moved her skirt to show more thigh, and some of her ass. His eyes wandered. She was literally giving him material to jerk off too, except she was doing all the jerking.

“You're basically helping a guy jerk off. Since you were the one that probably DID that to him you should probably help him anyways.”
Morgan: Jokingly to her friend Hillary who felt bad for giving a handjob to a guy who wasn't her boyfriend

She moved her left hand back up behind him, now moving closer to pump his cock faster. Bill was grunting and groaning. His face had a wince, almost a pain on it. It kept squinting more and more. She looked at his face, and pumped even harder. I knew how her handjobs of all things could be intense. How she read your body and movement. She practically taught me to jerk off. Start with slow strokes and move faster with more pressure. When your squirming, move even quicker and harder.

By now, Bill's hips were bucking, and Morgan was pumping, still without much passion, just watching, alternating between looking at his crotch and his face. As if it was just helping him jerk off. His face was sweating and brow furrowed. He looked in REAL pain. Morgan teased him. “You're the stud tonight,” she joked. “Hooking up with the little hottie in the skirt,” she moved her legs slightly. “Your the stud,” she cooed and put her mouth to his ear. She pulled her left hand from behind him and reached rather awkwardly over her right to find his balls and roll them. “STUD!” She cooed in his ear.

Bill's face turned red, and he stopped breathing as Morgan sucked his ear. “OH FUUUUUUUUCK!” He shouted, followed by a blast of hot white thick cum hitting his left shoulder. Dousing his black collared shirt with white cum. I looked down, and Bill's cock was spraying like a fire hose all over his stomach. He let out a breath from deep in his lungs and his face opened up finally, with a wide smile and wide eyes. An almost disbelieving smile. Morgan pulled her left hand back and moved to kiss him, and he was still cumming, but now it bubbled over her hands. His orgasm lasted for at least 15 seconds, and he kept bubbling on her hands and into his crotch.

The look on my friend's face was one of tranquil bliss, in stark contrast to the look of pain he experienced moments prior to his orgasm. She began sucking on his ear, her eyes closed, her tongue locking his lobe. Bill was smiling ear to ear, breathing went from heavy and labored to slow and deliberate. She jerked slowly a few more times, and a last bubble of hot cum poured out.

It was his load on his shirt that caught my eye. Thick and full, hot and white, on his shoulder, but mostly puddled on his stomach above his cock. It appeared to be three loads in one, if you included the sticky whiteness on my girlfriend's hand. She seemed to notice as well. “You uh....you were pretty excited, huh mister?” She laughed, looking at his cum, and finally releasing his dick.

My buddy looked at Morgan's own mess that left a puddle under where she sat. “I'm not the only one.”

“Asshole,” she giggled and slapped his chest, making sure not to swat the cum puddle. She grabbed his shirt and wiped her hands clean. He made a comment about ruining the shirt, but Morgan reminded him it was already pretty ruined.

Bill remarked he would just change it with another shirt. He pulled his shirt over his head. The jerk actually tried to flex his broad chest, which wasn't toned at all. He had big arms, but he wasn't ripped. I had more muscle definition than that asshole. She shook her head and groaned, with a roll of her eyes. Then she told him to change. QUICKLY. It had been over half an hour.

It was time to leave myself, I thought. Luckily, they didn't dilly dally any longer, and when he got the shirt, they made their way towards me. Instead of turning on the light, the pair just exited the open outer swinging door, and walked out, oblivious to my presence behind the boxes and shelves. This went from hell to heaven for me, as I thought I'd be caught. When I wasn't, I realized I had an advantage. The two had to circle the block. I could head out Bill’s backyard and through the fence behind his shed where there was a big hole, and head into the woods. My path home would be easier now. I could race through the woods down a large open path all the way up to the intersection at the top of the hill that cut back to my place. However, I didn't care for the game, I wanted to watch my girlfriend and my buddy, and what they were doing. So I cut towards them, and waited. Soon enough, they came down the dirt road. They were speaking low so it was hard to hear.

“You should be able to win now Bill,” Morgan said feigning annoyance. “There isn't anything left in you.” She laughed.

“I won't cum for days, but there are a lot of good players.” He told her.

Morgan mumbled something then, about “taking care of Bunz, and not to worry.” What did that mean, I thought?

I knew something would happen, I knew it would. And sure enough, when they passed the rocks, which they'd walked right by before, Morgan stopped. “Is this where everyone brings girls to hook up?”

Bill laughed, “Yup.”

“The rocks is where everyone goes to hook up. Everyone knows that. It's all that happens down there”
Bill: to Morgan explaining the 'hook up' spot in my town.

She grabbed his hand and they walked to the biggest rock. Many men, including Bill had hooked up on that rock. Not me. But my friend then sat with my girlfriend, and they lit a smoke. That didn't last as the two began kissing in the dark. They were facing away from me, but I saw their heads moving. Too dark to see tongue.

I heard her begin to whisper, something like “Just a little Bill. Ok?” And her head went back. Bill's mouth returned to same spot in back of her neck. I couldn't see much, but I heard clothes moving fast, and soft breath and moaning. It was over in a minute and Morgan called my buddy and asshole again.

They stood up and left, with Morgan laughing the whole time. I realized then, with a hard cock about to explode that my girlfriend was now one of the girls Bill brought to rocks to hook-up with. Another story in his arsenal to tell the guys, and rumor to roll around town.

And it would. A week later people talked about the 'hottie' Bill fingered at the rocks last week. Everyone tried to figure out who the girl with the sexy ass, tits and legs was in the small skirt. No one knew but me who it was. I actually felt pride they talked about her small but perky tits. Don't know why.

I followed them closer than I should have, not to far back in yards, watching and trying to listen. We got close enough to Mel's house that I could move forward. It was the split. Morgan would have to go right, and Bill would have to wait. Unless they just blatantly came back together.

I heard them again, and Morgan was justifying things as they stopped. “It's not THAT bad. I mean this is how parties go. The 'hottie',” Morgan did a little joking bow, “and the stud hook up.”

“[College & High-School] Parties are like being in the jungle with a pack of lions or wolves. There are WAY too many men, and very few women. There is always only ONE woman the guys are interested in. She always pretends to be 'cool', 'the girl next door' and just 'one of the guys' but in reality she's dressed kinda like a slut. The only two that EVER have fun and hook up are that 'girl next door' and the asshole who she says she doesn't like (Trust me, she likes him, they just haven't figured out where to fuck yet). They always take off somewhere leaving the losers behind to pick up the fatsos and ugos.”
Morgan: To me and my college friends doing sarcastic air quotes. She hated parties

Bill pulled her in and they kissed. She stopped him. And then patted his chest. “I had to give you one mister,” she told him. She then began to walk away. “JUST ONE...don't forget that.” She was laughing. “Now when those bitches are fighting about you, I can laugh and in my head say I gave him the best orgasm of his life.” She stopped and looked at him. “YOUR WORDS...remember that mister.”

“You got to make them feel good. Tell them they were best sex you've ever had. So they come back.”

Bill: To me and my friends on how to get a girl back in bed.

I waited and watched Bill stand in the street watching Morgan and shaking his head. I could swear he was smiling. It left me in an odd position. Until he left, I couldn't cross the street into the next wooded area to get back home. He waited a good ten minutes before walking up the street to get to my backyard. It gave me little time to cross as fast as I could and as silently as possible. There was a path that would lead me to my yard. But he'd beat me. And he did. I waited until he got the back deck, and then came around to front yard and walked around the back gate and up the wood steps to the top deck in the backyard. Then I went inside and got a drink from the fridge.

I went downstairs and there was Morgan, beaming and talking to Red, and Dirty and Punk. It was almost time for Bill to play, but he wasn't inside. He was outside. If there was any tension it was gone between Bill and Morgan. But what I did notice, is that they didn't HANG on each other again. Morgan was over with me, and I asked about Hillary, but Morgan said her friend was staying at the bars until last call.

The pool tournament came down to four players. I had one loss. My next game was versus Bill. I began playing well, sinking in two balls. As I came around to hit another, I looked outside. Morgan was outside alone. As I lined up my shot, Morgan's legs came into view. She put her long leg on the picnic table bench, and leaned down to adjust her heels. I watched her sexy legs pop, and her skirt ride up. It caused me to miss my shot. But her actions awoken and already hard cock, as if to say “I'm still here man.”

I sighed, and Bill sank four balls. It was my turn again. This time I got another, and I came around to opposite side of table from the outside deck. This time, Morgan was bent over at the waist adjusting her strap on the other foot, and I saw her skirt slide up showing her toned thighs. My cock was harder than it possibly could be now, squrting a little. I wondered if I was only one who saw this. Did she know?

I lost that game. Bill ended up in finals against Punk, and ended up winning. There where a lot of people cheering Bill over Punk. I was one of them. His most vocal fan may have been my own girlfriend who chanted “WOOOOO!” when Bill won. It was strange to hear and see. People high-fived him, and so did Morgan. She even remarked “No tension right?” And they laughed. When she had jumped up clapping at one point when he hit a shot, I noticed something under her right ear, a small bruise.

“I like to mark my girl's. So everyone knows they're mine. So I can say I did that to the hot girl.”
Bill: To me and the guys drunk, talking about why he gives girls hickies all the time.

My buddy felt on top of the world. Why not? He was a grand richer and my girl had pulled his cock to a completion I hadn't even seen in porn. He kept remarking it was the BEST night ever. I would notice Morgan rolling her eyes and sighing each time. It was her that kicked him out finally, and he wasn't the last to leave. But he was HAMMERED.

A few pals stuck around and we drank. Morgan went off to bed in my room. I made sure to keep an eye on the door. Her purse and phone were on the sink in the bathroom. She wasn't going anywhere. I hoped.

Around 3AM my buddies all left. I was horny as all hell, and went upstairs. I was disappointed when I went in bedroom. On the floor was her skirt, heels and shirt. She was under the covers. When I tried to get in the bed, she rolled over, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Hair all over place, and make-up all over place. Her tongue was out of her open mouth and she was drooling. She did this after orgasms. I knew this because I'd given her a handful by now. She was out.

So I went to bathroom, and turned on hot-tub. I was going to jerk off. It wouldn't and didn't take long. All those images burned in my head, and I replayed the scenes over and over. Well, for the one minute it took to fire a load across the tub and into the tiled wall. A load that was about one third of what Bill expended earlier. A twinge of jealousy hit me again. Even his loads could make me jealous.

As I brushed my teeth I looked in Morgan's turquoise leather purse. In her snap wallet was a load of 20s in cash. When had she gotten that money?

Like the Movie Usual Suspects her words played out in my head....

“Its called a honeypot. If a super sexy girl is hitting on you or showing more skin than usual. She's after something. If your not the guys she fucks or is gonna fuck. You're getting PLAYED. And you're not getting LAID. If its TOO good to be TRUE for you losers. It is.”
Morgan: to me and Bill and our friends explaining being careful of hot girls flirting or showing skin.

Had my own girlfriend honey-potted me for the benefit of my buddy. The truth is, she was, and it would be a pattern she'd follow through for years, after leaving me for Bill. She'd honeypot us all, time and again, to help Bill win pool, poker, even at blackjack once (we had to tell her she didn't need to honeypot us at a game we played together.

I did get a steak and lobster meal out of it the next night on Morgan. In exchange for what appeared to be on of Bill's best orgasms of his life at the hand of my girlfriend. Who won? I don't know.

What I did know as I kept masturbating to her and the whole scenario, and as Bill shared pics with her, and as he got her into tight skirts and dresses, what I did know is that I think they honey-potted me into accepting the whole thing. They kept me so horny, that I masturbated to their cheating, and then everything after for years.

But remember these words when I hot girl is showing a lot of skin, even if you THINK it's just your girlfriend or wife.

“Its called a _HONEYPOT_. If a super sexy girl is hitting on you or showing more skin than usual. She's after something. If your not the guys she fucks or is gonna fuck. You're getting PLAYED. And you're not getting LAID. If its TOO good to be TRUE for you losers. It is.” Morgan: The girl who honey-potted her own boyfriend so his asshole friend could win

You could be getting played by your own girl while your buddy is getting laid. And winning.