Chrissie's

“Chrissie’s?” I suggested. “Her parents are lovely, they’ll let us stay there.”

Liam shrugged. “Okay.”

Emily: Hey, I know it’s short notice, but me and Liam need a place to stay tonight – can we crash at yours?

Chrissie: Sure thing, I’ll set up the spare bed

Emily: Thanks xx

Just as we set off for Chrissie’s, it started raining lightly, and by the time I rang her doorbell we were both soaked through.

Nick opened the door. “Hey, Emily,” he smiled, and my heart sank into my stomach. “Liam.”

“Nick,” Liam said.

Chrissie pushed past her boyfriend and hugged me. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“No,” I smiled, hugging her back. Then I quickly pushed her away and held her at arms length. “You’re all wet now.”

She looked down at her shirt, which was now damp from the hug, and she shrugged indifferently. “You’re worse. I’ll get you a change of clothes,” she said before she disappeared upstairs.

Leering at me, Nick held the door open for us, and we gratefully stepped inside and kicked off our shoes. My skin crawled as I felt Nick’s eyes roaming my body – it didn’t help that I was still in my school uniform, which only made me feel more exposed. I hated that uniform.

“Dad! Can I borrow some of your clothes for Liam?” Chrissie yelled from upstairs.

“Sure thing,” Chrissie’s father, John, called back.

She came back downstairs a couple of minutes later with a stack of clothes in her arms. Handing Liam half of the stack, he nodded gratefully and locked himself in the bathroom to change.

“You can get changed in my room, if you want,” she said as she handed me the other half.

“Thanks.” I took it and headed upstairs.

From behind me, I heard Nick saying, “I need a piss.”

“You just went, like, 10 minutes ago,” Chrissie laughed.

“Well, I gotta go again.”

I looked behind me and saw him head towards the bathroom where Liam was, before stopping himself, seeming to realize it was occupied – then he followed me upstairs to the other bathroom. Dammit, he’s good. Of course, he didn’t go in, instead putting his foot in the door of Chrissie’s room as I tried to close it. I glared at him, but he just smirked and **** the door open before stepping inside and shutting it behind him.

Then he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me forcefully. I dropped Chrissie’s clothes and pushed him away, twisting out of his grip and wiping my lips. “What the fuck?” I whispered.

“What’s wrong?” he grinned a shit-eating grin. “You seemed pretty happy with my cock in your cunt the other day.”

Wary, I picked the clothes up off the floor. “Look, we fucked, I enjoyed it, but I don’t want to do it again,” I said firmly.

He pulled out his phone and showed me the screen.

A petite, half-Asian teen was lying on a table, naked. Her head dangled over one end, and her face wasn’t visible – a cock thrusted in and out of her mouth, and another, larger penis buried itself over and over in her pussy. The girl moaned and toyed with her boobs.

“Dude, stop.”

“What? This shit should be on Pornhub.”

The girl stuck up her middle finger at the camera, and one of the men laughed.

“You love it really.”

“Fucking hell,” one of the guys muttered. “Shit.”

The man fucking her face gave one final thrust, and the girls throat bulged and swallowed. After a moment, he pulled out, and the girl wiped her lips. “That was a lot of cum,” the girl said.

“You should’ve cum on her tits,” the other man said.

The girl glanced up at the camera and pressed her small boobs together, smiling seductively. “That what you’re gonna do?”

“Yep.” The man pulled out and stroked his cock, and the girl gasped. Shots of cum landed on her face, tits and stomach, and she flinched. Once he was done, she scooped the strand of semen that had landed on her face onto a finger and sucked on it, gazing sultrily at the camera.

I folded my arms, unimpressed.

“Either you bend over right now, or this goes on every porn site I can think of,” Nick smirked. I resisted the urge to punch him right in his smug face.