Author's note: This story revolves around cheating and similar themes. If you're not into this, I doubt you are going to like the story.
'OMG Cara! I think Steph and Mike are having sex on our bed.' I read the text from Peter, my boyfriend, on my phone. My heart skipped a beat. I thought he was asleep on the couch after passing out. I went quiet and stopped any movement on the bed.
My mind rewound back a few hours earlier to when I was watching him lose a drinking game badly in our apartment as our night of quiet drinks with a few friends got messy. The last time I saw him, he was completely out to it on the couch. I didn't think that was that long ago. I was panicking on the inside. Wondering what had woken him up and what he had heard exactly.
I stayed frozen, wondering what to do.
'How far away are you?' I read the next message off my phone as the three dots shimmered ominously underneath. 'Andrew said you and Patrick went to find some more alcohol.'
I relaxed slightly, knowing I might have an escape route care of Andrew, who I guessed was still out there.
My attention was diverted elsewhere for a bit. When I looked back at my phone, my reply was there, not typed by me. 'OMG, seriously? Steph is such a slut. Wait till I get home babe. I will be there soon.' There were way more emojis at the end than usual, I wondered if Peter would notice. Probably not in his drunken state. I looked up at Steph as she grinned at me wickedly with my phone in her hand.
She seemed very unfazed by this development, almost like she was enjoying it more. I figured this was her territory. I had completely lost count of how many guys she had hooked up with while her boyfriend was back home, hanging out with the boys or at another party. Hell, I was even there the night she fucked someone else in the backroom of the party house while her boyfriend was chugging beers out front. She would even show me vids on her phone of what she and her hook ups would get up to. Of course, I would squeal out how yuck it was that she was showing me, But I still watched to the end hiding the fact it was turning me on.
Mike wasn't any better. It was an open secret that he played a round, a lot. He had been doing it since college according to Peter. He was so macho, like a typical jock. It wasn't surprising that he wanted to do it, but it was surprising girls went along with it. I couldn't explain it even after him and I had a few drunkenly hushed conversations about his escapades. Hindsight suggested this may have betrayed my interest and intrigue in his stories.
So, with Mike's girlfriend back home with family and Steph's boyfriend out of town with work, I knew that things could get raunchy in our apartment. Mike and Steph had been flirting since they first met through Peter and I six months ago, despite Peter's reluctance. He knew what Mike was like. He just didn't quite know that Steph was as bad. What I didn't know was how Peter might react if Mike and Steph started going at it. I was kind of curious to find out.
But I didn't expect things to quite turn out like this. I had no idea that me occupying the periphery to their behavior would lead to this.
Sure, I had never seriously tried to stop Steph from doing it and maybe kind of encouraged it by saying how cute some of the guys were in the bars giving her attention. And then I would dance along with her and some random guys before her and one of the guys continued on somewhere more private. I would return home to my own bed and a waiting boyfriend. My faithfulness would give me a sense of relief but at the expense of my excitement.
Then I would get the texts from Steph the next day saying how I missed out and the guy whose name she couldn't remember's roommate was really into me. My heart rate would climb, my body would heat up and my mind would race with the excitement back.
But something was obviously different tonight. And the turning point seemed to be when, only a few hours ago, the music got pumped up and Steph dragged me into the middle of the room to dance with her and Mike.
I happily danced along. Nothing particularly different. Sure, Peter was there but he had seen me dance with guys before and never really seemed to mind. I did keep an eye on him as we danced. He was taking shot after shot as he lost every round of whatever game he was playing with the other two guys there, Andrew and Patrick.
Quite a few songs, and more than a few shots for Peter, later, he stumbled to the couch and passed out. Dead to the world. Steph grabbed me and had a sly grin on her face. Then pushed me into Mike who wasn't shy about putting his hands on me. Even with Peter a few feet away. Ok, this was all kind of new but not miles away from what I would do in the clubs.
As Peter continued his best impression of a log on the couch, Patrick decided it was time to split and return to the apartment he shared with his fiancé. He gave us all a smile as he left, before looking at Peter and then telling us all to have fun in a tone that sounded both encouraging and mischievous, Andrew seemed content enough on his phone as he leant against our kitchen counter with beer in hand. Mike and Steph continued to let the dancing get raunchier. Steph was grinding into Mike while he proudly showed off his bulging crotch.
Andrew and I were the different sides of a coin, and I wasn't surprised he stayed. We chatted a few times about Mike and Steph's respective adventures and what he had done to help Mike and I had done to help Steph. I could tell by the details he mentioned that there was a little bit more in it than just being a friend to Mike and I could sense by the smirks he gave me, I had given away some of my secret motives in helping Steph. But he never showed much interest in a more active role in the activities, just watching on.
I kept walking the tightrope, like I had done many a times before. Spectating in this world while depravity and immorality takes hold right next to me. Steph leaned into me. "So, is it time for you to finally stop being a passenger? Stop living vicariously through me? Stop holding out?" She whispered.
I recoiled deliberately, trying to emphasize my shock. But I couldn't deny the sensation her intimation had caused in my body or where her words had sent my mind racing towards. I looked over at Peter again. The fact that he was right there, so close to us, right there while the intrusive thoughts of debauchery and pleasure were swirling through me. The sight of him did nothing to calm me. Instead, him being right there while my mind raced, going through every night that I chose to be good instead of having fun, made my thoughts more intense. I could feel myself starting to do some crazy rationalizations. He should have been able to handle his alcohol, he should be grateful I stayed faithful all those other times, he should be glad he's not with Steph and have everyone know his girlfriend is a slut. I was getting more and more turned on as I looked at him but only because he had passed out.
I must have been in a bit of a daze because I jumped a little when I felt a hand on my arm. It was Andrew giving me a top up in my glass. He just smiled at me and then looked at Peter, then at Mike and Steph. "Hope you're having fun, Cara."
Steph changed the music to the particularly dirty style of female hip hop. She came back to the middle of the room with her short dress hiked up over her hips, proudly showing us the black lace thong she was wearing. Exhibitionism wasn't anything out of the ordinary for her, if anything she had kept decent for longer than usual. Mike quickly showed his appreciation by moving up behind her and pulling her hips against his bulge.
Then Mike looked at me, expecting me to do something similar to Steph. Fortunately, I was wearing jeans and the practicalities saved me. As turned on as I was, there was no way I was anywhere near Steph's level. But the puppy dog expression Mike gave me, well-practiced I'm sure, compelled me to a compromise. So, I offered Mike my still clothed ass to grind against. And he happily took the opportunity,
I swayed my hips as I looked at Peter as he slept, blissfully ignorant of the debauchery that was unfolding in his apartment. As Mike's crotch ground into my ass, I felt myself getting more and more turned on.
The songs kept getting more risqué and Andrew topped up my drink a few more times, before there was a break in the music. "You know we could continue this in your bedroom." Steph whispered in my ear.
