The Afterparty

'My Crazy Girlfriend' isn't autobiographical, but I do borrow from my real life for it. It primarily came from a wild weekend my husband and I spent a few years ago. So, follow me back as we turn the clock back to 2018 in a college apartment in Baton Rouge.

My husband, then boyfriend -who I won't name so let's call him Daniel- and I had a little get together. It was a rowdy little soiree with a mix of dregs and Greek life, all of whom, myself included, had way too much to drink. It started innocently enough, the party had broken down to a few clusters of people who already knew each other chatting in corners, and someone throwing up in our one bathroom.

Now, I don't have a slutty, blonde, sister who could tease my boyfriend into infidelity with her precocious ways and young body; but I did have a roommate at the time and her name was Jessie (for the sake of the story.) And she was blonde and slender, and she could pull boys with the best of them. She wasn't quite as soullessly horny as Maggie, but she wasn't exactly 'wife material' yet either.

As the party wound down, somewhere between 1:30am and 3am (I don't remember it was six years ago) Jessie, Daniel and I were on the couch watching some terrible show. Pretty much everyone had left as I recall and if anyone hadn't, they had blacked out. The room was spinning, I could barely stay upright and Daniel who has no self-control pulled me into a kiss.

It was a long, salacious kiss with plenty of tongue. Now, you might be thinking, 'this sounds like some shady lack of consent'. And you'd be partially right, but I pretty routinely encouraged this kind of behavior from him because it's easier for me to have fun when I can't over think things. (I'm not Liv.) He felt my chest and made my insides ache and I could feel myself getting damp as his hand groped me.

I put my hand on him to feel how hard he was getting, and he shuddered in response. He was rock-hard and I could feel it through his jeans. I rubbed his lap with my palm, feeling his shaft below me flexing against my hand. His soft lips and aggressive tongue left my mouth and moved to my neck. Jessie must have heard me gasp and she pushed me.

"Hey, keep the PDA down, will you?"

I gave Jessie the middle finger, panting louder, "He's my boyfriend and I can get seduced whenever I want." I said, my voice pouty as my words slurred.

Ok, I have to explain what happens next. During our time at LSU, Jessie, Daniel, and I had a fairly loose, playful dynamic. To this point, nothing explicit had happened between Jessie and I or Daniel and her, but the boundaries weren't always super clear. Jessie was pretty comfortable sitting in his lap during movies, or just to be silly, she wasn't prone to being appropriately dressed when he was over, and she did a fair amount of too close for comfort joking with me.

All of this was able to happen because I had lived with Jessie before I met Daniel, and Jessie had earned my trust with previous boyfriends over my time in college. She spanked me from time to time, which she thought was very funny, and she once stuck ice down my shirt to try and get my nipples to stand up as a goof when I was annoyed with being single.

Daniel and I had been together for about a year at this point and so these kinds of behaviors were common and never raised any red flags. As you'll see, I was perfectly capable of raising and flying my own red flags. Now, if you're reading about how my roommate sat on my boyfriend's lap and I was perfectly fine with it and going, 'hey, that sounds familiar', you'd be correct. MCG Parts 1-3 was inspired primarily by this incident. They weren't the same but, well, you'll see.

Daniel licked and sucked on my neck, his hand groping and squeezing my admittedly, almost flat chest. After flicking off Jessie, I pulled him back into a kiss, letting my tongue try and mate with his, gasping and making quiet sounds into the kiss. I felt the couch shift and bounce on the other side of me. Good, I thought, Jessie is going to bed and Daniel, and I can have some fun.

But she wasn't going to bed. She had gotten up, walked around the couch, around the coffee table, to Daniel's side of the couch and- pushing me away- dropped into his lap. He let out a grunt and suddenly the chronically unshaven face I had been loving was out of reach. Behind her, his hands were splayed out as though he were a cartoon that had just been crushed by a piano. Jessie crossed her arms and legs.

I pointed at her, "Jessie, I'm really drunk, and really horny. If you don't get up you'll be the one who gets made out with."

She shrugged, "Whatever, I'm not scared. As long as I'm not third wheel."

"You could avoid that by leaving." I said, pointing to her door.

"You're the one that wants to get laid, you leave" She laughed back, pointing to mine.

"I'm drunk and dizzy, it's happening here, now is it happening to you or to him?"

"I am not moving; this is my living room too." She said with a biting tone.

"Suit yourself!" I pulled myself up to the height of her face, propped up on my boyfriend as she was and grabbed her lips with mine. She squeaked with surprise but quickly parted her plump, pink lips to kiss me back. My heart was racing, my chest was tight and my abdomen started to ache again as her delicate, feminine lips and tongue intertwined with mine. I was shaking with adrenaline and intoxicating with lust. Without thinking I put my hand on her leg, just under the hem of her tight, white dress.

She squirmed and whimpered on top of Daniel breaking our kiss, "Keep going."

I let my fingers drift up her thigh and her hips started to move as I traced higher and higher. Below her, Daniel raised his hand, with a single finger in the air, "Uh..." He pffted blonde hair away from his mouth, "... babe?"

Now, I mentioned dubious consent earlier. While I encouraged Daniel to take full advantage when I was inebriated, I never did anything of the kind with Jessie. I was clearly way drunker than she was and as you'll see, she took full advantage of it. In her defense I wasn't exactly pumping the breaks on all this, but she didn't exactly make sure I was ok with where it was all going either.

She was on top of him, reclined against his chest, with me perched above her, kissing her with the raging, sapphic, lust that had been sparked by what was supposed to be a joke. She was squirming at the hips, her own body clearly craving what I was it and poor Daniel was trapped below this wiggling, slutty, mess with what I could only assume was a powerful erection.

Jessie pulled out of our kiss and giggled, "Your poor boyfriend is so hard."

"I would be too with a slut squirming on top of me." I said, leaning over to kiss her neck, my fingers still playing against her tanned thigh.

She laughed, "Who are you calling a slut?"

"The girl grinding her ass into my boyfriend." I said sharply, kissing down her neck to the exposed cleavage of her thin, white, dress.

"You started it." She said with an evil smile, deliberately rocking her hips to taunt me.

"I started it? You sat in his lap!" I snapped back. She laughed again.

"I am constantly sitting in his lap, you don't usually seduce me while I'm there."

"I was hoping you'd get off." I said, suddenly laughing at how it sounded.

"Mmm, I almost did. And if you keep going, so might he."

That comment almost gave me a panic attack. The thought of getting her off was something I was starving for in the moment, and the thought that doing so would get him off, made me want to even more. Something about using a girl's body as a toy to satisfy him stoked the fires in my chest and hips with a violent intensity.

Thoughts of her moaning, squirming, grabbing the couch as I pleasured her any which way as he fought the urge to bust that her ass and dress created until he couldn't hold it anymore was enough to make my hips flex when my panties dragged across me.

But thinking about him getting off on and lusting after her body instead of mine made me nauseous. The thought was enough that I wanted to throw her to the floor and hit them both. I was drunk, overwhelmed, horny for her and him, and the thought of them combined made it sick and intense.

In retrospect, I made the entire situation worse. Daniel was not a cheater, but letting Jessie grind and squirm on him for as long as I did because I was drunk and horny wasn't fair. If he didn't want Jessie's body before, he for sure did after. And it was unfair for me to be angry, because I wanted to bang Jessie too. How come it was ok for me and not him? At the time, I told myself it was because me banging Jessie would turn him on, whereas him banging Jessie would upset me; but that's not how jealousy works.

After seconds of my mind and body reeling, Jessie sat up from Daniel and began to kiss my chin and neck, running her hands over my shoulders and collarbones. From that moment, I wasn't sure how angry I'd be if Daniel got off to Jessie, but I was sure I wanted to use her to do it if it meant getting more of her as well.

I pushed her back and grabbed her hands, "Can I borrow my boyfriend for just a second."

She rolled her eyes and stood up, stepping to the side. I crouched in front of Daniel, whose face looked about as dazed and deprived of easy air as I expected. I looked into his dark eyes trying to make mine as sultry as I felt, "Babe, I'm really drunk, and super wet, and I want to keep making out with Jessie."

He put his hand on my face and ran his thumb across my lower lip, "You can do whatever you want with Jessie, as long as I get to watch."

I smiled and nuzzled into his hand, "Sure you're not just trying to feel more of her ass?"

He smirked, his face an indiscernible blend of fear, lust, and amusement, "It's hard not to when she's in my lap."

"Lucky you," I said hoarsely before leaning back. His cock was still stiff, sticking up under his blue basketball shorts and listing towards his naval. I leaned between his legs kissing his thigh, letting the tip of my tongue dance across it, through the curled hairs on his coffee and cream skin watching his member flex and harden as I did, the precum on his tip glistening in the low light.

After teasing Daniel I leaned back and stood up, wobbling on my feet so bad Jessie had to catch me. I kissed her neck and dragged my hand up her leg, taking a handful of supple, firm, ass. I whimpered into her neck, and she gasped when I grabbed her.

"Take off the dress," I whispered.

She cocked her eye and smiled, "That's a lot of my booty for your boyfriend."

"If I'm sharing, I want it off."

Jessie shrugged and hooked her thumbs into the shoulders, peeling the tight white cocktail dress from her slender, tan, body. Beneath she was wearing matching white lingerie. It dropped to her ankles, and I began to push her back until she fell onto the couch and back into Daniel's lap- who looked petrified to have a half-dressed girl that wasn't me there.

She shifted in place, as I leaned in and began licking and kissing her neck. I was done being coy, my fingers wrapped around her panties and began to rub, she moaned sharply as though taken by surprise, her hips rocking against my hand. Her panties were wet against my fingertips smearing with each buck of her hips or press of my fingers.

Jessie was panting, gasping, and moaning as I rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric of her white thong as I kissed her neck, face, lips, and chest. She was helpless against my hungry molestation of her sweet, scarcely dressed, tan body squirming and rolling on top of Daniel. My mind raced, electrified by what I was doing to the pretty young woman and what she was doing to my boyfriend beneath her. I wanted nothing but to make it worse.

I leaned away from her face and showed her my slick fingers, licking her off them before kissing down her chest to her collarbones, her soft cleavage which I lavished with licks, kisses, and nibbles and over her flat, tight, tummy. I reached her pelvic bone, kissing below the waistline as I started sliding them down. I suddenly didn't care if Daniel felt her soft, naked, butt; all the better to keep him occupied as I devoured the slutty, pink, pussy on top of him.

Jessie's panties slid easily down her long legs and away from her ankles. As her naked waste and cheeks squirmed against him his self-control was fading. His hands had come up and grabbed her hips as she moved. Her legs were spread, and the glistening folds were inches from my face. I leaned over, dragging my tongue across her, tasting the sharp, sour, flavor and hearing her strain through a moan.

If you'd asked me that night if I thought I'd end up eating my roommate's pussy I'd have told you no way. I didn't buy into the party line that all girls are bi and to that point had few playful experiences with girls. What I hadn't realized yet, that I realize now, is that she was attractive to me because she was mixed up with my boyfriend. I wasn't hungry for her because she was hot, though she was quite the sex object. I was attracted to how she made Daniel fight to stay faithful.

As my tongue fluttered, and lapped, and licked across her tart folds feeling her react, I thought she was just a hot girl I wanted to pleasure. But what made my pussy clench and soak my panties was knowing that as I did, my boyfriend was fighting for his life under that cute booty of hers.

She was biting her finger, her flat torso rolling and jerking as I let her clit ride my tongue, making her moan and pant in place. Daniel's hands were holding her sides where they would have been if she were fucking him.

"I'm gonna cum..." Jessie cried before biting down on her knuckle. I kept licking, lapping, dragging my tongue up and down her clit, cleaning her leaking fluids from the pink flesh that squeezed them out. She groaned, her stomach clenching as climax raced through her. She bucked and shook, her hips flexing up off Daniel and her legs quaking as I held my mouth against her as best I could.

She twitched in place whimpering as the climax faded. She started laughing suddenly, covering her face, "Fuck I came so hard."

I ran my hands over her flat, bare, tummy, "How's my man doing?"

Jessie wiggled her hips, "He's hanging in there."

"I can fix that," I said. I reached under her, my thumb running across his very stiff cock and grabbing the waistline of his shorts and boxers. With some effort I was able to pull both down to his knees and let them fall to his ankles. Jessie's naked butt now rested on top of Daniel's throbbing cock.

With some cooperative movement from Jessie, I pulled his brown member out from under her, a clear bead of precum rolling down the shaft and pushed it against her. She shuttered sensitively at the feeling of the top of his cock being rubbed against her. I heard Daniel gasp at the feeling of her hot, wet, pussy against him.

She moved her hips stroking him with her wet folds, taking my cue as I leaned in and began lapping, kissing, and sucking below the tip. I could taste the salt from his sweat and the acerbic bite from the precum that had smeared across him. I lavished his cock with my mouth, sucking below his tip, dragging my tongue up and down trying to pleasure him and taste her at the same time.

It didn't take very long. He let out a loud groan and suddenly Jessie's little body began to bounce. Hot cum spurted from his cock, landing on her stomach, my face, and nose and running down his shaft onto her pussy and my tongue. His cum bit my tongue with the acrid, bitter, burn and salty fluid that pumped out of him as he lost control. I happily lapped it off him until he laid motionless.

Jessie laughed, reaching down and playing with the cum he'd shot all over her licking it off her fingers and pussy, sitting up. She leaned away from Daniel and licked the bridge of my nose and cheeks clean before giving me a soft, sapphic kiss, "Mmmm we should throw parties more often."

Then she stood up, and began collecting her clothes, "I'm going to clean up, but if y'all want to play some more, come find me." She winked. I spanked her butt as she trotted towards the bathroom and climbed onto Daniel whose face looked completely fried.

I put my fingers in his curly black hair and laid on him, "Thanks for letting me play tonight."

He smiled weakly holding a hand in the air, "I'm just glad you had fun." I laughed at his blasé response and gave him a kiss, "I'm going to pay for this later, aren't I?"

"Totally."