You eat her out!

You didn't know what to say. This bitch was treating you like dirt. "I'm not in the mood," you gritted your teeth.

Morgan lied back on the bed, and pulled off her shoes. She had on white socks. She then pulled down her jeans until all you could see where those sexy legs, with only a pair of blue panties and white socks. “OH, COME ON!” She smiled at you opening her legs. She reached down and slipped her panties off. Her pussy looked different to you. Normally, it was gorgeous and tight with no hair. Today, it kind of looked beat up, and swollen. But it did look slick with wetness. She ran a finger along her cunt. “Don’t you want to play with me?”

You had just been laid last night, but it was by a chick who was a little chubby. Her small and sexy legs were more than inviting. You found yourself kneeling down and kissing her inner thighs. You were lost in lust. You knew she had sex with your asshole friend Bill the night before, but you hoped to god she had showered. As you approached you looked up to see her shaven love mound. It had the beginning stages of hair growing back, she hadn’t groomed apparently, but it was lovely still. The smell caught you as you kissed your way to her pussy. It was raunchy and pungent. She had just showered, you told yourself. She had to have. You kissed her swollen pussy lips. It was the closest you had gotten to this hot chick’s honeypot in weeks, you had to lick it. You began rubbing your tongue over her exposed lips. The taste was much different than usual, it was bitter and very salty. It left a strange aftertaste in your mouth. She moaned and her hips moved up to meet your mouth. You licked and lapped as best you could. You tongue went as deep as it could. When you drew it back to your mouth, there were droplets of something salty on your tongue. This was not normal, but you kept eating her out. You had wanted this for weeks. You felt that she was finally coming back around to you sexually.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Morgan cooed. She began to talk dirty, "How sexy are my legs," she moaned. They were sexy. "Not an ounce of fat on them." She stated. She continued to talk strangely, "I mean, the guy who gets to have these legs wrapped around him and fuck my tight little pussy is one lucky guy." She muttered. "He doesn't have to fuck some fat girl." Was she taunting you? What a bitch, you thought. Her head fell back into the sheets of the soiled bed. It only took her minutes to cum, which was also odd, as it normally took her about a half hour. Her hips bucked up to meet your lapping tongue. A small gush of womanly fluid, and something more entered your mouth. You eagerly lapped. When she was finished with her orgasm, she scooted back into the bed and put her arms around her knees, her pussy glistening in the light. You were hard as a rock. She was breathing heavy, with a smile on her face, which was flush red. You plopped next to her, and looked at her. “That was fun!” She twisted her body, and placed her feet off the side of the bed. She then stood up, and began to walk out of the room.

Your erection was almost painful. “Where are you going?” You asked.

Morgan took in a deep breath. “Well, I definitely need a shower. I haven’t showered since yesterday morning!” She walked out of the room. You heard her still speaking from the hallway. “I’m a mess right now!” Then you heard the door to the bathroom open and quickly close. Had she really just let you eat her out after a night of fucking Bill? You didn’t believe this. She wouldn’t do that. But the strange taste, salty and somewhat bitter remained in your mouth.

After she was finished she came out of the bathroom. You were waiting for her to return. She pointed to the door. “Go shower,” she demanded. “You smell like shit!” She had a towel around her waist. You moved to rip it from her body. She stopped you. “What are you doing?” She asked completely surprised.

“I just thought…” you wanted to keep playing.

She brushed you off. “I got a lot to do today,” she turned to the mirror. She grabbed a bottle of moisturizer and handed it to you. “Here,” she said, “take this and get rid of THAT!” She pointed to your bulge. Morgan turned back to the mirror. On the dresser was a shirt. “Whose is this?” She asked.

You shrugged. It was the shirt that Bill’s “other” Morgan had worn when she came into the kitchen late last night. It was Bill’s undershirt tank top. “It’s Bill’s.”

She gave you a queer look. “What was he doing in here last night?”

Was she really going to play this game with you? You were angry. “He slept here, and so did his slut girlfriend.” You laughed.

“That’s gross,” Morgan said shooing you away.

You found yourself beating off in the shower to what had just happened. Or was it to what happened last night. You had no idea anymore.

The day was spent at your place. Morgan read through magazines. She finally spoke. “What was Bill’s girl like?”

You looked at her with low eyes. “She’s a slut, I told you.” Severs this bitch right, you thought.

“I knew she would be,” Morgan shook her head and went back to reading.

Later, around seven, Bill came over to get his shirt. You didn’t want to, but he insisted. When he arrived, Morgan paid little attention to him. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and came downstairs to where Morgan and you sat watching a Lindsay Lohan movie. “What are you guys up to?”

“Cleaning up after you mess,” Morgan shot him a glance. “Don’t bring your whores here anymore!” She seethed.

Bill brushed off the comment. You and him played pool and drank a few beers. You felt tension, but it didn’t seem to appear in Morgan or Bill. They were really good at this game. It pissed you off, but you didn’t do anything. You didn’t know what to do, so you kept your mouth shut like a coward.

Morgan turned the TV to a movie. It was “Mean Girls” with Lindsay Lohan. She loved that movie. As you watched she asked what you thought of Lindsay Lohan. “She is hotter as a blonde,” you commented taking another shot in your pool game.

Bill shook his head, “I like the red-head Lohan.” He explained how red-heads were wild, especially in bed. You noticed Morgan look up with interest, then go back to her magazine.

“I hate redheads,” you added.

Bill left an hour later without any incident. It was weird. You and Morgan went up to get ready for bed. Before you went to the bedroom, Morgan got a text. “Oh my god,” she smiled.

“Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s my new friend!” Morgan seemed elated. She began to text for a good twenty minutes. “We’re gonna go shopping tomorrow!”

Right before you went to sleep, your own phone lit up. It was Janelle. She told you she had a good time. You replied you did as well. She said she hoped to see you this weekend, and that her and Morgan were going shopping in the morning. Was Morgan really gonna be friends with this girl?

The next day, she answered your questions. For the first time in a while, you turned on your computer to watch Morgan in her home. She had left an hour earlier. You caught her putting on the blonde wig, and replacing the tongue ring, and all the fake tattoos. She had a skip in her step as she did so. She then went out of the house. You followed her in your own car. She picked up Janelle, and the two went to the mall. You watched them shop for several hours, and then go get drinks and food at a restaurant.

Morgan came to your place that night. Around nine, Bill texted to make sure everything was on for Friday. He said “his” Morgan was more than excited. She was looking forward to dinner and a movie with you and Janelle. Reluctantly, you agreed.