Your girlfriend and your asshole friend!

In the past, I have repeatedly told you this story is based on true events. And it is….mine and Bill’s sex life. I assure you that there REALLY is a Bill, and I’m really Morgan. There are some people out there who have commented that the character (aka ME) is a “bitch” or a “witch” or whatever else for what I am doing to the boyfriend. That is the second part that is 100% true. I did cheat on him. I was seduced by Bill. It happened, DEAL WITH IT!

Now, the rest of the story, the parts about the thousands of cameras and microphones was an idea from someone else that kept going. It was a way to share my sexual adventures with Bill in a way that people may be more inclined to read. Trust me, I didn’t do this to the ex-boyfriend for months. That part is just a story. With that being said, the last chapters have been ideas from readers (which I appreciate, and Bill does to, it’s brought some new kink to sex). The following , however, and the next few chapters are PURE fantasy….MY FANTASY. I’ve wanted to write something new and different. This is for me. It is something I have worked on for months, and I hope you enjoy it. I would never have the stones to act this way. It’s just a story. Hopefully a fun and sexy one! Enjoy!

The past week had been rather good for you. Here you sat with Morgan, on her couch, watching TV as she read a magazine. She had actually been paying attention to you in this last week. It was almost strange. She was inviting you to come over and hang out, you even went to dinner twice. She rarely saw Bill or even talked to him. You were certain they still texted, but she erased all her texts each time she saw you.

“Ugh!” Morgan said, showing you a page from a the “Vogue” magazine. “I hate Katy Perry,” she said showing you the picture. “She is so trashy with all her skirts, and showing her tits everywhere”. She spoke in a low and raspy voice. It sounded like she smoked fifteen cigarettes the day before. You nodded, sipping your beer. You were horny as hell. Even though she paid attention to you now, the sex still wasn’t there. To be honest, Morgan had been feeling under the weather.

She had gone to see the doctor last week, or at least, she told you that. You didn’t follow her that day, as Bill went straight home after work. You watched him to make sure he didn’t leave. Morgan had told you that the doctor said she had strep throat. You remembered when she came home from the doctor she talked funny. She commented that it was the anti-biotics making her tongue swollen. You didn’t even make sure that was possible. You just trusted her again.

When she got home from the doctor, you watched from your home, as she flicked her tongue in the mirror. You couldn’t see what she was doing that day, as you didn’t have the best angle. But you swore you heard a small “click” or “tink” sound. She stayed home from work the next day. She spent the day flicking her tongue. She must have been in pain. You remembered hearing her talk to Hilary for a while. It was a strange conversation. Morgan told her friend that she had “done it in the same spot because there was already a whole”. She told Hilary it hurt like hell the first day, but the swelling was subsiding. At the time, you didn’t understand.

Now you sat with her. She occasionally flicked her tongue. When you kissed her, you didn’t feel anything different. You supposed she was getting better. Still she had the deep raspy voice. You put your arm around her, but she kind of backed away. She was engrossed in the magazine. She wasn’t even trying to be sexy, her hair was a mess, and she wore a sweat-shirt, and sweat pants. “Hmmm,” she said out loud. “Let’s take this relationship test,” she said closing the magazine. She closed her eyes. “What color are my eyes?”

You sat dumbfounded. After all this time, you truly had no idea. “Blue!” You said trying to pretend you didn’t hesitate.

Morgan’s eyes came open. “They’re brown,” she slapped your shoulder. You could see she was right. She gave you a grim glance. “OK! Question two….what is my favorite color?”

You knew this one, you had seen her outfits. “You love Turquoise!”

She smiled. “Good job!” She thought for a minute, “What’s my LEAST favorite color?”

The answer was foreign to you. “I don’t know, red.”

Your girlfriend shook her head. “No! Pink! I HATE pink! You know that!” She opened the magazine. “I told you that last week.” She seemed annoyed. “You never listen! Remember, we were watching that stupid movie “Legally Blonde”, and all she wore was pink.” She flipped through the magazine. “And I HATE blondes too, remember.”

For a moment, you forgot. Then your memory came back to you. It was odd, but she had mentioned that during the movie. She said it a number of times. And she had repeatedly stated she hated blondes. Maybe you should listen more. Morgan picked up the remote. She flipped through the channel guide on her TV looking through the shows. She passed one of those reality shows about tattoos. “I don’t know why there are so many shows about tattoos. Everyone goes crazy for tattoos.” She went on a five minute rant about how people should only get tattoos that mattered to them. She seemed particularly perturbed by people who got “animal” tattoos. “You know the ones,” she said, “Like dragonflies or snakes. I HATE that shit. It’s soooo stupid.” She also had a BIG problem with tramp stamps! The worst being the ones with "tribal" images.

She finally settled on watching “Keeping up with the Kardashians”. One of the girls on the show was wearing a miniskirt to a party. Morgan went on the defensive again. “How can any respectable person go out like that. It’s so unclassy. It barely covers their ass.”

You interjected. “Men seem to like it,” you smiled.

Morgan gave you a wallop in the arm. “Watch it mister!” She still seemed to enjoy the show. She was being catty, but it was part of why people liked reality TV, to bash other people. Sort of mean, but you didn’t care. “And look at Chloe,” Morgan muttered, pointing with the remote. “She has one of those spray on tans. It looks so fake!”

This time, you agreed. “It’s pretty shitty!”

The night went on. At one point, Morgan went the bathroom. You looked in her magazine. There were several quizzes, but none that involved the questions she asked you. Why would she ask them then? She returned, and finally, you went to bed. It was becoming regular again to sleep at Morgan’s or your house. It felt good. She had been texting someone all night, but you ignored it. You were getting your chance to win her back. You hoped into bed first. Morgan put on cucumbers above her eyes. She had on no make-up. You were still horny. You reached over to cup a breast. She rebuffed you. “Can’t you just go in the bathroom and fix it yourself.” She handed you a photo of her with her father and step-mom. “Here,” she smiled softly, “you can use this.” This irritated you, but she didn’t seem to budge one bit. You found yourself masturbating in the bathroom to a picture of Morgan.

You came back and fell asleep. You were awoken several minutes later, by Morgan getting out of the bed and going to the make-up counter. She pulled something out of the counter and opened her mouth. She turned to look at you. You closed your eyes. When you had a chance to open them again, she was done doing what she had done. Again, you fell asleep. In the morning, you tried to kiss her when she awoke. She politely waved you off giving you the “dragon breath” sign with her hands. She got up and went to the bathroom. You swore you heard a grunt.

Later that day Morgan told you she was going to the doctor again and would miss work. It was Tuesday, and you had off yourself. You wanted to go with her, but she refused. Something was strange about this. You went home and watched Morgan as she went about cleaning her house. She was texting all day, and not just to you. She kept shaking her head after texts. Finally, she dressed in a small sweater and jeans. She put on running shoes. You saw her phone ring. She picked it up. “Hey bitch,” she said. It was probably Hilary. “No, I’m gonna go to the mall. I gotta pick some things up!” SHE LIED TO YOU! You listened intently. “No, I’ll only be there a minute, you don’t need to come.” There was a moment of silence. “Ok! Talk to you later slut!” You watched her pick up one of the purses you had bugged.

Now you were intrigued. You ran to your car and raced to the mall. You didn’t even wait to see if she had left. You stood on the top floor waiting. You had on the receiver. Morgan drove to the mall singing to music on the radio. You heard her car door open and then shut. You could hear traffic in the background. Then a large amount of noise blocked your ability to listen. You looked down into the crowd from above. You spotted her come out of a department store.

The first place she visited was an eye-glass store. You knew she had glasses she needed to read. They made her look hot. She refused to get contacts, as they hurt her eyes. She came out with a small bag.

The second place she went was a purse store. Typical Morgan. You didn't see what she bought.

The third place was weird. She went to “Hot Topic” of all places. That was strange. She came out with several small bags. She then went to a “Spencer’s Gifts”. Another strange place for her to shop. When she came out, she was talking with a salesgirl. You could hear somewhat. “So these will come off in a few days?” She asked. The girl nodded. Morgan walked out and continued on her way. She seemed to have a sense of purpose. Her eye was caught by a phone accessory kiosk. You watched her look at something, and then speak with the guy at the front of the booth. He nodded at her questions. She made a quick purchase, and had another small bag to add to the collection. What was she buying?

You found her wandering to a cosmetics store. She came out with some small bags. You could hear her talking to the woman at the register moments ago. "My hands won't be brown then?" Morgan asked. The woman assured her they wouldn't.

The next place she went surprised you more than the last. You had seen her go to “Frederick’s of Hollywood” before. With Bill, in fact. The memory irked you. She spent a considerable time in the store. You couldn’t hear anything. She came out from the store with numerous bags. You watched her walk down the aisle. Finally, she came to a hair salon. In the window were various mannequins with weaves and wigs. She went inside. Was she getting her hair done. You didn’t hear much. You heard bits and pieces. At one point, you swore you heard her ask, “Does it come in shoulder length.” You wanted to know what she meant. But you couldn’t see.

She finally exited the store with a single small bag of strange shape. She walked over to a shoe store, and began to look at shoes. She talked to the salesgirl and asked several questions about various shoes. You couldn’t see from this vantage point what was happening. She exited with a box, probably of new shoes.

She then stopped at a sun-glass kiosk and made another purchase you couldn't see. She seemed content with the numerous bags, some small, some large, and walked back towards the department store. You were surprised moments later, when she texted you she was coming over, and you should order pizza. Maybe you’d get to see if she had some things for you.

The night went smoothly. Morgan sat doing her nails on her hands and feet. They were modest, or classy as she called them. “I hate when they are gaudy and bright colored,” she mentioned. Her voice was horse. Worse than before. You watched “E” entertainment television. Paris Hilton was on. Morgan made a snide remark. “I don’t like her hair that short.”

“You used to have short hair,” you told her.

She brushed off the comment. “Not now, I like it the way it is. I don’t like short hair anymore.” The show then did a interview with “Kat Von D”. Morgan seemed to take offense to this celebrity as well. “TOO MANY GODAMN PIERCINGS AND TATOOS!” She seemed on a roll. “Tongue piercings are for sluts and little girls, that’s why I got rid of mine years ago.” You remembered she had a tongue piercing when she was in high school. She got rid of it long before she met you. They said that if you had It for several years, like Morgan had, there would always be a hole. You didn’t feel it when you kissed her though. Sometimes, you wished she had one. You had never gotten the chance to even kiss a girl with a tongue ring, let alone get a blow job, which you heard was amazing.

Morgan continued her tirade. "And LIPSTICK! Who wears lipstick anymore but whores!" She wasn't done. Kat Von D had worn glasses into a party. "Who wears glasses AT night in a BAR! That's stupid!" She went on to comment about the small purse Ms. Von D wore with a chain strap. Apparently, she thought those were trashy.

You finally made a joke, "Is there anything you DO like!"

She picked up her I-Phone in the turquoise casing. "I love this phone," she kissed it. "And the cover!"

The night kept going along. You had pizza and drinks. Morgan kept checking her phone. Around 9:00 p.m. you got a text from Bill. You looked over to your girlfriend. She was watching TV. “What’s up!” Bill asked in the message.

“Just hanging out with Morgan,” you replied.

A minute later, you got a text from him again. “Great, you guys want to meet up with me and MY Morgan this Friday!”

You looked over to Morgan. Were they really planning to do this? What did they think would come of this? You felt anger well inside. “Hey,” you spoke to her, “Bill wants to know if we wanna come out and meet his girlfriend Friday!”

She didn’t even skip a beat. She didn’t hesitate. “No thanks!” She answered. It made you feel at ease. “I don’t wanna meet his skank!” You almost laughed at this strange inference.

You replied to Bill in a text, “Can’t, we have plans!”

You were not surprised when Morgan’s phone lit up moments later. She picked it up and put it down. Maybe life was returning to normal.

The two of you went to bed. Morgan brushed off your advances once more. You were in your own bathroom masturbating. It was somewhat humiliating. You woke up again, to see Morgan go to the bathroom. She had her mouth closed when she came back.

The next morning, you had breakfast with Morgan. Her voice was horrible. “What’s wrong?” She asked in a raspy tone.

“You really need to go back to the doctor.” You told her. She refused and went to work later in the afternoon. You went to work yourself. When you got home you watched her in her house. She was talking to her dad. Her voice seemed better. You called her. When she picked up, the “hello” you got was almost unbearable to hear. She sounded even worse now. How could that be? You told her again to see a doctor. Then after hanging up, you turned off the audio to the cameras. You didn’t want to hear that voice. Strangely you caught her talking to herself in the mirror. She kept saying something, then shaking her head. She would even hold out her hand, as if greeting someone who wasn’t there. It was weird. You kept the audio off, thinking she was trying to get her voice back for work.

Work was long and hard the next day. You got through it, knowing Morgan would be coming over. She came over and you watched movies on the couch. Her voice wasn’t better. In fact, you were almost forgetting what her natural voice sounded like. It had been so long. Just when you thought life was back to normal, Morgan looked at you. “I feel bad,” she said in a raspy tone.

“About what?” You asked.

“Well, I think we were mean to Bill! He’s your friend.” She sighed. “We should meet his new girl!” She seemed generally upset. But this meant, that she would have to be in two places at once. Unless…unless, you were wrong. Were you crazy? What was going on?

You had no idea what to say, all that came out was “Yeah, we probably should.”

"What's her name?" Morgan asked.

You gulped, did she really want to know? Did she know? You swore she did. "Well, it's Morgan, like yours!"

She nodded. "That's not too bad! Decent start!"

With that, the dinner date the next night was made. What was going to happen? Your heart raced.