You watch your girlfriend submit!

The night had been a little different. It was Halloween and the party had been long. You were rather drunk, and dressed like a vampire. Your girlfriend, Morgan, was dressed to the nines in a sexy school-girl outfit. The top barely covered her small, but perky and sexy tits. Her nipples poked out on occasion. The small pleated plaid skirt barely covered her tight little ass. She wore five inch wedge shoes, with black straps that made her several inches taller than her small 5'7" frame. Her short hair was in a cute little bob, and accentuated the blonde highlights in her brunette hair.

As you walk back to your car, she is noticeably drunk. From behind, a hand rests on your shoulder. It's your asshole friend Bill. He was always a jerk, and loved to make it known. He used to be fat, but after several years of lifting, he was more bulky now. He was shorter than you, but now he was bigger. "Where you two going? Where you taking the party?" He said. He held the hand of his latest conquest, some slightly chubby girl named Christine with big boobs. She was wearing a slutty cop outfit, but didn't quite fit into it right. Her breasts, however, were almost exploding out of the top.

Morgan looks at you with a "don't do it" look. She hates Bill. He's a womanizer and an asshole. He constantly hit on her when you weren't around, and Morgan let you know it.

You swallow your pride, and tell him. "We are going to my place, you guys can come if you want." You say, at least he had a girl and won't try to sleep with Morgan.

"Alright," Bill says, visibly drunk and stumbling, he gets into the back of your car. Since Morgan had less to drink, she is driving. On the way there, Bill and Christine are making out in the back. It almost obscene. Finally, you arrive at home. The four of you go to the basement, where there is a couch, pool-table and entertainment system.

"Any buddy want a beer?" You ask. And everyone nods. So you go upstairs. You come back down and Bill and Christine are on the couch.

Morgan comes up to you and whispers, "I don't like her!" This is strange, you think, as she shouldn't care. Bill was always bringing whores around. He often groped them and made sexual advances with them in public. It was his thing.

You decide to play pool with Morgan. She is terrible at pool, but you just wanna watch her. She looks amazing in the school-girl outfit. Each time she shoots, her skirt hikes up a bit, giving a nice view of her long tanned legs, which are sexy as hell. Unfortunately, it's clear that Bill notices too. He has been stealing glances at her, and paying less attention to his own girl.

"Do you wanna play a card game Bill," Christine asks.

He shakes his head, and stares at Morgan as she shoots. Morgan appears to reach further than normal, and her skirt hikes up a little more than usual. You could swear that she glanced over to Bill and Christine on the couch. A small smile on her face. Was she giving Bill a show? You shake your head and try to get the thought out of your mind.

Yet, at one point, Morgan leans over the table, her ass to Bill and gets on her tip-toes, giving everyone around a clear view of the back of her upper thighs. There is no cottage cheese like Bill's chubby girl.

You can tell that Christine is getting agitated. "How about another beer?" You ask, feeling a little strange yourself. Everyone agrees and you go upstairs. What was going on down there? You know that Morgan loves being the center of attention. It's kinda her thing. But was this really to entice Bill? Or was it to piss off another female in her midst?

You need to know. But how? You formulate a small plan. You go downstairs and see that Morgan is sitting on the armrest of the couch to Bill's left, her legs crossed. She is chatting with Bill and Christine. You tell them you are getting another 30 pack of beers, and you decide to go to the other side of the basement. You close the door to the rec room and walk around. There is a bathroom that connects the rooms on the other side. Luckily, the door is open slightly, and you peer through the cracks of the door to see everything. You can hear clearly over the TV.

You look in the rec room and see that Bill has his arm around Christine. You watch as Morgan taps him on the shoulder. "Have you seen the bruise on my leg?" Morgan asks pointing to her knee where she had surgery a few weeks back. It was a small bruise, barely noticeable, but she felt self-conscious about it.

Bill nodded, looking at her left leg. "No I haven't seen it!" This seemed strange. Why would she want to show him her leg? It was another time that made you feel uncomfortable, as she seemed to want to display her legs for this asshole. A drunk who was a self-professed "leg-man" and made it known.

Morgan rubbed the small bruise on her knee. "Does it look disgusting?" She asked.

Bill shook his head, staring at her legs. "You're legs look great to me!" He laughed.

She slapped him on the shoulder. "Ass!" She rubbed the her knee. "Sometimes I think it gets swollen, and looks gross!" Then to your shock, she positioned herself right next to Bill on the couch. She looked at Bill. "Touch it!" Bill eagerly reached out and rubbed her knee. "Is it swollen or something?" She asked.

Bill shook his head and continued to rub her knee, soon his hand rubbed her legs softly. "I think it looks fine!"

The girl, Christine was upset. She got up and walked to the door. "I'm leaving!" She shook her head.

Bill got up, "How are you getting home?"

The girl gave Bill the finger, "I'll get a cab, I'm not sticking around to watch this!" She then left.

Morgan stood up and walked to the pool table. "Bye bitch!" She said with a smile. As the girl left Morgan shot a glance to Bill, "You could do better!"

You watch as Bill came up behind Morgan and put his hands around her waist. "Is that an invite?"

Morgan pushed her ass back against him sending him back. "Nice try mister! In your dreams!"

You decide you have seen enough, your anger is too much and you come out of the bathroom. "Where's Christine?"

Bill explains that she left. You hand them the beers, and chug two yourself. Morgan balks at you, "Don't drink so much or you'll pass out!" You brush her off and drink another. Then, after several minutes, you decide you want to see how far this would all go. You tell Bill and Morgan you are getting a beer and pretend to go back upstairs. The door to the rec room is closed, and you run around to the bathroom to peek inside the rec room.

"He's gonna pass out," Morgan says worried.

"He's a light weight pussy!" Bill states.

You actually see Morgan giggle at this. "Shut up!" She grabs a stick and walks over to the pool table. "You wanna play?"

You watch the first game, and Bill actually lost, despite being much better than Morgan. "You suck!" She jokes.

"I'm distracted," he laughs leering at her.

Morgan laughs, "Then lets play for money. Five dollars a game!" She shoots him a glance.

Bill puts money on the table. "You're shot!" You watch as Morgan bends down over the table very blatantly exposing he legs. She breaks the triangle of balls, but doesn't sink a ball. Bill has a clear shot at a ball in the corner pocket.

You are astounded when Morgan bends down over the corner pocket, her perky breasts almost falling out the small top. "You're shot!" She jokes. Bill misses he easy shot and you watch as she stands up and jumps up and down clapping her hands. This little ritual is repeated over the course of three games. Morgan showing off her body, and Bill fucking up the shots. Sometimes, Morgan would wave her ass as she shot a ball, you could swear Bill was adjusting his pants often. Morgan smiles as she counts the money. "This is easy!" She seems to notice his leering eyes. "I wonder where he went?" She refers to you, and looks towards the door.

You run fast to the back room, and around to the staircase and then up the stairs. You hear the door open and jump onto the couch in the upstairs den. You close your eyes and pretend to sleep. Morgan comes up and sees you. She lets out a "hmmpf" and storms to the kitchen. You see the door of the fridge open and Morgan pull out two beers. The she heads back downstairs. You quickly get up and return to the bathroom in the basement to hear them speaking.

"He's seriously passed out?" Bill laughs. "I told you, light-weight pussy!" He drinks a beer and grabs a stick again. "Wanna play double or nothing?"

Morgan looks at him, "That doesn't seem like fun!"

Bill nods. "Then lets up the stakes. We'll play for something else! If you win, I will never hit on you again and make advances. If I win....I get your panties!"

Morgan looks at him confused, "What?"

"Come on," Bill said. "That's fair!"

Morgan thought for a moment, then she held out her hand. "Deal!" They shook on it. What followed was the quickest game ever, as Bill destroyed her. She didn't stand a chance, and none of her little distraction tricks worked. He was like a machine focused on its goal. When it ended her face went red.

Bill held out his hand, "Your panties please!"

You were sure she wouldn't agree to this. But you watch in horror, as she walked to the back of the room, and reached under her skirt. She bent down and you could tell Bill was getting a view of the lower part of her ass, as she slipped her turquoise thong panties down her long legs. She walked back and handed them to Bill.

He held them out in his hands and stretched them slightly. "A little wet are we?" You are shocked that he is right, to say they were wet was an understatement. They were practically see-through. "Did I do that?"

"Fuck you!" Morgan stormed away. You run back upstairs as fast as possible and silently. You go to your bedroom and lay in the bed. Pretending again to be passed out. She slips into the bed, still panty-less. You roll over and decide to continue this game.

"Where's Bill?" you ask.

She tells you he is in the cellar. Probably going to pass out himself. "Bring him a blanket," you tell her rolling away as if unconcerned. Morgan gets out of the bed and grabs a blanket from the closet. You follow her downstairs and back into the bathroom.

Bill is lying on the couch. "Hey babe!" He says with a smirk, he has her panties in his hand. They look even wetter.

"Gross!" She shakes, "did you.....?" She looks at the panties. "Did you beat off in them?"

He smiled. "I thought about you!" He handed them to her.

You watch in shock as she grabs them and holds them away from her. "EWWWWW!" She puts them on the coffee table. She shakes her head and places a blanket over him. That's when it happened. He grabbed her leg and began to rub up her inner thigh. Morgan just looked back to the door. You were sure his hand reached up under her skirt. "Cut it out!" She bit her lip.

Bill shook his head, "only if you put the panties back on!"

Morgan sighed, "You're such an ass." But you watch as she grabs the cum soiled underwear and slips it over her feet, and slides it up her thighs. Disgusted but oddly aroused you run back upstairs. Morgan comes into the bedroom several seconds later. She takes off all her clothes, save for the panties and gets into bed.

You hear her cellphone light up on the nightstand. Morgan checks the message then laughs and types something. She closes her eyes and falls asleep. You retrieve the cell phone and look at the message. It's a text from Bill. How did he get her number? It says "How does my cum feel!"

Morgan's response was "That's the closest your cum EVER gets to my pussy asshole!" With a emoticon of a wink and a extended tongue.

You see the smile on her face as she is fast asleep. What was going on here? You needed to find out. Something inside of you was pissed, you were mad at him, but more so at Morgan for the way she acted. You needed to see how far this would all go. You thought about trying to get them alone. There was a party next week. Or maybe just observe them at the bar tomorrow night when you were going to hang out with Morgan's friends, a little impromptu invite of Bill. Or maybe something else. Could you somehow set them up on a date?