Pran War

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I looked and saw it was Valerie. I took a deep breath before I answered. My girlfriend had been in a prank war with her roommate, Heather, and I was sure she would be upset.

"What did she..." I started.

"Glitter!" She yelled loud enough that her voice was distorted coming through the phone's speaker. "That fucking slut put glitter in the air vents of my car! It's all over me and my whole car is covered!"

"Sure. Maybe this is far enough. Like, maybe this is a good place to stop." I suggested.

"You think this shit is funny?" Valerie must have picked up some amusement in my voice.

"Look, I don't want to be involved. I just think you don't find it funny, so maybe don't prank her back and then it can be over."

"Fuck that. I'm not letting that bitch win. You need to come over right now."

****

I noticed Heather's car wasn't in front of Valerie's apartment as I pulled up. The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. I knocked on the open door to make sure she knew I was there.

"Val, you here?" I called out.

"Yeah, I'm back here. Come on, I need you."

I found Valerie in Heather's room, going through her things. Valerie was tall, with bleached blonde hair and wide hips. She was wearing a tight black sweater and low-rise jeans that showed off just a hint of a bright blue thong.

"Okay, take your pants off," she said without looking at me.

"Take my pants off? What are we doing here?"

Valerie unscrewed the pump-top from a bottle of lotion and finally looked at me. "You're going to cum in her face lotion."

"Woah!" I put my hands up and took a step back. "Don't you think that's taking things too far? I really don't want to be in the middle of this."

"Look what this fucking slut did to me!" Valerie pinched the front of her shirt and shook it. I could see flakes of glitter fall off of her. I tried not to smile.

"Besides," she continued, "it's not like that whore doesn't have some guy's cum on her face every other day anyway."

"Val, think about what you're trying to do right now."

"No," she said, pulling off her sweater and shirt in one motion. "You're not here to think and you're not here to talk me out of this." She unclasped her bra and let it fall. Her tits were small, but they were perfectly shaped and she knew the power they had over me.

She picked up the lotion bottle and held it in front of her. She squeezed her chest with her arms to push her tits up.

"Please," she said, opening her eyes wide and batting her lashes at me. "I need you."

"Okay fine," I said as I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, "but I don't want this getting back to me."

"Relax, she's not going to see your face. I'm only going to record your cock." She put down the bottle and picked up her phone.

"Wait, no. You want to show Heather my cock?"

"I want to show her some guy jizzing in her lotion. The prank doesn't work if I don't show her."

I sighed and started jerking off. I never understood why I let her talk me into things. I knew there was no reasoning with her, so I let her have her way, like I always did.

"Come on! Hurry up!" Valerie was nodding her head rhythmically in an impatient gesture.

I closed my eyes and tried to conjure up an image to get myself in the mood. I don't think Valerie ever knew that I always pictured her when I did that.

I thought back to the night we met. We were at a local bar. I was ordering another round for my friends, and I started talking to Valerie while I tried to get the bartender's attention. She was on a date that wasn't going well, and we decided to run out while her date was in the bathroom and my friends were waiting for me.

We went to another bar, and then back to my place. We had sex in my living room. Valerie was on her back, her ass resting on the arm of my sofa and her head down on the cushions. When she saw I was about to cum she told me, "show me what you've got." I pulled out and came all over her. Her mouth was open and her tongue was out, but my spray didn't quite reach that far.

I tried to sit on the sofa next to her head, but she pushed me off. She told me, "go get a drink of water and then get back to work." Then she ran a finger through the cum on her belly and put it in her mouth. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

We fucked all night, slept for a few hours, and then fucked the whole next day. She's the only girl I ever had sex with on the night I met her. With other girls sex was a big emotional thing, but with Valerie it was fun and easy. At least at first.

Sometimes I wondered if I was only with her because of how she made me feel in those early days. Before the lying and the cheating and the breaking up and getting back together.

"Come on! Hurry up!" Valerie interrupted my reminiscence.

"You're really not helping," I replied.

"You want me to help? How about this: if you cum for me right now, I'll let you fuck my ass this weekend. I know how much you love anal. I haven't let you in a long time because it's just too much for me. The way your big, hard cock stretches me out, I can't take it. But I promise I'll be a good little slut and let you use my tight little asshole as your own personal fuck toy if you just cum for me right now."

She noticed I was close and held the bottle up to me. I tried to push the tip of my cock up to the opening as I came, and I only got a little on the outside of the bottle.

Valerie grabbed a wad of tissues and used them to wipe down the bottle and her hand. She stirred the lotion with the tube on the pump-top before she screwed it back on. Then she turned her phone around so the camera faced her.

"Hope you like your cum facial, slut. Think about this the next time you want to fuck with me."

She stopped recording. "Okay, now you have to leave." She pushed me with both hands.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes! I don't know how long she's going to be out, and I don't want her to find you here. She might suspect something."

"But I'm your boyfriend. Isn't it normal for me to be here?"

"Don't be a jerk about it! Just leave!" She put her bra back on and grabbed her sweater and shirt from the floor.

"Okay, fine. But this weekend? Anal?" I asked hopefully.

Valerie rolled her eyes. "In your dreams. Now get out of here!"

*****

My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Heather. I had been dreading this call, but I couldn't ignore it.

"Hey Heather," I said as I answered.

"Don't 'hey Heather' me. Did you really just cum on my face?"

"What? No! I mean, not really."

"Don't give me this 'not really' bullshit after you came on my face. I have a video of you jerking off in my lotion."

"Val sent you the video?"

"Of course she did. The bitch needed to gloat."

"And you can tell it's me?"

"You're her boyfriend, aren't you? And I can hear you talking in the video."

"Oh. She sent you the whole video. I would have thought she would have taken a clip from it."

"Why are we playing twenty questions here after you just came on my face? I need you to come over so we can talk."

"I don't think that's a good idea. I don't want to get involved."

"Involved?!?" Heather's voice rose until it was almost a shout. "You. Came. On. My. Face. People go to jail for this kind of shit. I just need you to come over so we can have a talk. Eight o'clock tomorrow night."

She hung up before I could say anything else.

*****

I was a little relieved to see Valerie's car parked in front of their apartment. If things were about to get out of hand, I might at least have some backup.

As I walked up Heather and a woman I didn't know walked out to greet me on the sidewalk.

Heather was average height, with a thick mane of strawberry-blonde hair. She was busty in a way that made every outfit look like it was designed to draw attention to her breasts. She was wearing a T-shirt from a 5k she had run, and the way the writing stretched around her tits made it impossible not to look.

Her friend was a bit shorter, with black hair cut into a bob. She was skinny, and wore a floral print dress.

"Here's the deal," Heather started without saying hello, "Val's taking a bath tonight, and you're going to help me get back at her."

From the time when we had lived together I remembered how Valerie made a big production out of her weekly bath. She would bring a scouring pad into the tub so she could scrub it clean. Then she would shower. She liked everything to be pristine before she drew her bath.

She used special oils and candles. She would usually listen to an audiobook. She would typically spend an hour or two in the bath after everything was just perfect.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked Heather.

"You're going to bust into the bathroom and cum on her face."

"That's a terrible idea," I exclaimed.

"You'll cum on my face, but you won't cum on hers?" Heather was indignant and her friend covered a giggle with her hand. "She's your motherfucking girlfriend, not me. If you have to cum on someone's face you should be cumming on hers!"

"Yeah, but..." She had a point and it was hard to argue. "How would that even work? I barge in and she just stays still while I jerk off?"

"No. I have to be the one to make you cum or else it's not really me that's pranking her. I'm going to get you close, then we open the door right as you're about to cum."

I put my hands up and took a step back. "I'm not going to cheat on Val. This is a terrible idea and I'm out."

"Are you fucking serious right now?" Heather put her hands on her hips. "She's cheated on you how many times? You know she was fucking Andrew again two months ago, right?"

"Yeah, I know. We're trying to work on things and move past it."

"What the fuck does that even mean? She gets to fuck whoever she wants, say 'oopsie', and then everything is all better? It's not like this was the first time, you know."

I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.

"So then why doesn't it work the same for you? Why don't you get to act the same way she does?"

"It's not like that. I'm not a cheater. I don't want to cheat."

"Fine, whatever." Heather grabbed both of my arms and shook me. "I don't want you to cheat either. I just want you to cum on your girlfriend's face, and I need to be the one who makes you cum.

"While we're talking about what people do and don't want, I didn't want your cum on my face. You need to make this right."

"It seems fair to me," her friend chimed in.

"Who is she?" I asked Heather, pointing to the friend.

"I'm Amy!" She held out her hand and I shook it.

"And why are you here, Amy?" I asked.

"I'm here to record it," she said, holding up her phone.

I wanted to argue, but I knew I had already lost. I followed Heather into the apartment and Amy followed me. Heather dropped to her knees in front of me. She asked Amy if she was ready, and then she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.

She started slowly, teasing the head of my flaccid cock with her tongue. She used gentle suction to pull it back into her mouth and then let it relax. Her lips were the softest I had ever felt, and her mouth was incredibly wet.

My cock was fully erect when she took it out of her mouth to admire it. She was holding the base with one hand, and she gently taped the head of my cock with the index finger of her other hand.

"There it is. I recognize this little troublemaker from the video."

"Just so you know," I warned her as she started to lean forward again, "I can't cum from just oral."

"That fucking line?" Heather rolled her eyes and Amy giggled. "You think I was born yesterday?" She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and swirled her tongue over it.

"It's not a line! It's true! I've never cum from head!" I protested a bit too loudly.

Heather pulled back from my cock. She put a finger to her lips to shush me and looked sideways at the bathroom door. I mouthed the word 'sorry'.

"Think about what you're saying. Of course you can cum from head. That's just something guys say to naive girls to get them to try harder." She put my cock in her mouth for a second, then took it back out to add, "or else the girls you've been with have been lazy."

I started to say something, but before I could get a word out Heather impaled her face on my cock until her nose was pressed against my pelvis. The sensation on the head of my cock was firm and tight, and I thought it must be her throat.

Heather held my cock in her throat for a long time. I could feel it contracting and relaxing, like it was milking me. Her shoulders started to tense and relax rhythmically. She slapped my hip repeatedly with one hand, but her other hand pulled on my hips to force my cock deeper into her throat.

She backed off somewhat and worked her lips up and down my shaft. Her mouth had become even wetter, and she gently pressed the bottom of my cock with her tongue. My legs started to weaken from the extremely pleasurable sensation.

She looked up at me with pleading eyes as she sucked my cock. Her mascara had started to run in black tears down her cheeks. She pushed her face back down until I felt her throat again, and I told her I was about to cum.

Heather leaned far back and threw the bathroom door open. I stood over Valerie. I had to move to the side a bit as Amy pushed me so she could get a clear view.

"What the fuck? What do you think you're..." Valerie's complaints turned to incoherent screams as one spray of pearly white cum after another landed on her. A decent amount fell on her face and in her hair, with the rest hitting the exposed part of her chest and landing in her bathwater.

"You motherfucking piece of shit! You fucking asshole!" Valerie tried to grab for me, but a glob of cum on had sealed one of her eyes shut and she was slipping in the tub.

I pushed past Amy and Heather, both of whom were doubled over with laughter. I decided to talk to Valerie later, and hastily left their apartment.

*****

When I tried calling Valerie my calls all went to voicemail. She didn't respond to my texts either. It was two days before she called me.

"Hey, babe. I'm really sorry about..."

"Shut the fuck up. I don't care." Valerie cut me off. "Look, I'm beyond furious with you. I can't believe you would cheat on me, especially with my roommate. I'm ready to be done with you. If you ever want a chance to even talk about it, come over right now."

"Hey! It's not like..."

"I don't give a fuck." She hung up on me.

I rushed to change out of my pajama pants and into jeans. The buzzer sounded. The intercom was broken and ordinarily I would walk down to see who was there, but in my hurry I just held the button to unlock the door for two seconds, then went back to getting ready. A short time later I heard a gentle knock and Heather's voice saying, "hello?"

I opened the door. "Heather? What are you doing here?" She was standing in my doorway wearing a grey cardigan over a white tank top. Her large breasts stretched the tank top to its limits, and pushed the cardigan off to the sides. As always, they demanded to be the center of attention.

"I wanted to talk to you about Val," she responded.

"Oh. Well, this is kind of a bad time. She just called and I have to run over and meet her. I actually don't think it's a great idea to be talking to you at all." My tone was apologetic, and I couldn't look at her while I said it.

"I'm sure you're in a hurry to get your dick sucked, but I think you should hear me out first," she said.

"To get my..." I faltered.

"She didn't tell you? That's the deal I made with her. I agreed to end the prank war and to cook and clean for her and do her laundry for a month."

"You what?" I felt like I was missing something, and from the tone of Heather's voice it must have been something obvious.

"If she sucks your cock. And she has to finish the job."

"But why?"

"Well, there are a few reasons." Heather moved past me into my apartment and sat down on my couch. I hesitated, and she patted the cushion next to her. When I sat down she continued.

"I was watching that video we made and it occurred to me that she's never made you cum with her mouth. And I know you go down on her a lot, because we have thin walls."

I shrugged and looked sheepish. Valerie was loud during sex, and Heather's room shared a wall with Valerie's.

"It's fine. She's just selfish is all. This is just how she is, and I want to teach her a lesson."

"A lesson?" I wasn't sure I liked where this was heading.

"Yeah. Like, what if she didn't get your first nut? You know how it takes a lot more work to make a guy cum the second time? What if she had to work a little harder?"

"Okay..." I knew there was more.

"And what if your cock tasted like my ass?"

"Woah!" I stood up sharply. "I'm in enough trouble as it is. I never should have put my cock in your mouth. And now you're talking about..."

"I thought you liked anal. You seemed to cum in my lotion pretty fast when Val was offering her ass up to you."

"That's not the point!"

"So what is the point?" Heather's eyes narrowed.

"The point is I can't cheat on Val! I should never have done it the first time, and if I do it again things are going to be over for sure!" I was trying to be indignant, but as the words came out they sounded whiny even to me.

"Wow. Lot going on there. First of all," Heather said holding up one finger, "you didn't really cheat. She made you cum on my face, so I made you cum on her face. That just seems like justice to me. What do you think she expected when she had you cum in my lotion?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Second of all," she interrupted, holding up a second finger, "how is it she can fuck Andrew and you can't fuck me? How does that make sense?"

"Okay, that was months ago. I told her we were going to try to move past that, so I can't use that as an excuse for..."

"She was fucking Andrew last night!" Heather fixed me with a level gaze. I didn't want to believe her, but I felt my hands start to tremble. She held up her phone and patted the cushion next to her. When I sat back down she showed me a video.

The video started in the living room of their apartment. I could hear loud moans and screams that I recognized as coming from Valerie. The camera moved to Valerie's door and dropped low, as though the person holding it was crouching. A hand reached up to slowly turn the doorknob and open the door a crack.

The footage from inside the bedroom was blurry and moved too fast at first. It settled on the foot of Valerie's bed, then slowly moved up until she was in frame. Her face was pushed down into her pillows, and her ass was sticking up high into the air. Andrew was behind her.

I tasted bile and felt my whole body tremble as I watched him pound my girlfriend from behind. He smacked her ass hard, and she moaned loudly.

"Call me daddy," he instructed.

"Fuck me, daddy. Pound my little pussy, daddy," she begged him between loud moans.

"Okay, so that's creepy, right?" Heather asked me. "Is that because she's from the south? Is she actually imagining he's her father?"

I looked at her, and something in my expression made Heather give me a sympathetic smile and turn off the video.

I trembled. I didn't know if I was going to cry or scream.

"This is who she is. The reason she keeps fucking other guys is because that's what she does. She's never going to change." She put a sympathetic hand on my knee. "You're not a bad guy. Even if you did cum in my lotion. You don't deserve this, and you don't need to keep making excuses for why it's okay for her to act like she does."

I felt a calm wash over me. I was sure I would be back to breaking down later, but for the moment it all made sense. Heather was right. Valerie kept cheating on me because I kept letting her. I didn't have to accept it, and I wasn't in the wrong. And I really did want to teach her a lesson.