Tony picked up his back pack and slung it over his shoulder. Another day at school was over and it just happened to be Friday. He walked through the hallways and stopped by his locker. Glancing at the mirror he saw one his best friends walk up towards him.
"Hey Steve, what's going on?" asked Tony.
"Nothing just came by to say hello. I'm afraid I'll be going off this weekend," replied Steve.
"Well I'll see you around; do you need a lift home?"
"Actually yeah, thanks."
"No prob." Tony led Steve outside and to his car, which was a 2005 Volkswagen Passat. Silver on the outside, it had a beige leather interior.
Next to his car was a rather old Volvo, and in it was a girl. She had long brown hair and cute plush cheeks. Blue eyes and b-sized breast. Indeed they weren't huge, but just right. She wore a green top that was sort of tight.
"Hi," she said, the voice making Tony's heart race.
"Um hey...Rachel," replied Tony feeling as though he was going to swallow his tongue.
His heart beats led him to nothing because another guy hopped into the passenger seat. He had brown bushy hair and a rather nice build.
Tony looked at him with disgust, "Michael."
"Tony," he replied. Rachel started her car and the two of them drove off. He stared into his mirror; he had green eyes and short brown hair. Although he wore glasses, and had a little acne (he is 18 after all) he didn't look too bad. His skin tone was pale though.
"You'll never have her Tony. I'm sorry," said Steven, not harshly though.
"It's ok."
Tony drove Steve to his house and was on his way back to his house when he looked over at a house. It was a small two story without a garage. On the driveway was Rachel's Volvo.
"I couldn't," Tony spoke to himself. "It's not my business."
He glanced at the house and saw not any of the other usual cars there. Temptation over came him, and he quietly pulled his car over to the curb. He got out of his car quietly as well and barely shut the door. Quietly he paced to the front door and glanced inside.
"Well only the screen door is open, so I might as well check on them."
He walked in the house and glanced about the living room. Apparently they were on the top floor because he heard some rustling up there.
Crawling on the pink carpet Tony made it to Rachel's room and stealthily glanced around the corner.
At first Tony could only see a pair of denim jeans on the ground. Since they were so baggy he could only guess they were Michael's. Then he saw a skirt, followed by a plaid thong, obviously they were Rachel's. However what really upset Tony, was when he saw a condom wrapper and its condom lying inches away.
Screw beating around the bush, Michael and Rachel were already fucking. Michael sat upright while guiding Rachel's pussy up and down his shaft, the sounds of his balls smacking ever so loud. Even feet away Tony could see Rachel had already cum, her pussy juices squirting about. Unintentionally Tony reached down for his crotch and saw he was getting hard.
"Michael don't you think this is enough, please!" cried Rachel.
"Fuck no! Just let me cum in you."
"No please, I'll swallow."
"I've been waiting for this for a very long time." He threw Rachel on the bed and repositioned his cock in her pussy. Tony finally got to see Rachel's breast, which were B-Sized that were nicely round, and jiggling in every direction. Her nipples were pink and a little small. Tony was captivated watching Rachel's breast sway to and fro.
"I can't let him do that," murmured Tony softly. He stood up, but as he did he came in his pants. "God damn it, well there isn't much I can do now."
