With Friends Lie These

I glanced up at the clock, seeing if it was time to finish work, and saw my boss Andy walk past my office window for around the sixth or seventh time over the last couple of hours. Maybe it was the short skirt I'd worn to work, doubled with me being the only one working in our office at the time, that did it. If he was trying to look up my skirt then I knew my desk would be in the way.

I smiled to myself, at least someone seemed to be noticing me. The short skirt was for the benefit of Mike, the guy I'd been seeing, who'd been a little distant over the last few weeks. I'd only have to pop into the pub to see the others and then make my excuses to go to his house. I waited for Andy to walk past again, going back to his own office, before lifting my arse slightly so that I could pull my thong down my legs and off my ankles. I timed it perfectly, slipping the thong into my bag just as Andy came in and laughed, asking if I was staying for the night.

I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, then sighed. My friend's nickname for me was Avril due to my similar look to Avril Lavigne. I'm 5 feet 4 inches tall, slim, and petite build with a 32B cup size. I'm constantly dying my hair, and have always had coloured streaks running through it. My new look was jet-black hair with pink and ice-blue stripes. Coupled with my love of heavy eyeshadow and eyeliner, and matching lipstick and nail colours, I did rock a little emo chick look. I looked at myself again, wishing I was as pretty as Avril was.

My style often got me looks, not always good ones. I'd been pleasantly surprised when Mike asked me for a drink, knowing how many girls flocked around him. He played rugby, so he had broad shoulders and a very firm chest, a toned stomach and although his cock was only around average size, his stamina levels kept him going for ages. Lately though, he seemed to be more tired than usual, citing extra training as the reason.

I got to the pub and opened the door to walk in. Just inside the door was a wood partition that you had to walk around to enter the main room. As I walked in I could hear the girls talking. I paused upon hearing my name.

"What time does Jenny finish work?" I heard Anna ask.

"Soon, she'll be here in a while," Lucy replied to her.

"How long have we got to stall her for?" I heard Lucy ask, and then they all burst out laughing.

"Donna said to give her around an hour," Anna laughed again.

I stopped, listening, wondering what they meant. Why did they have to keep me here, they knew I was only having one drink before going to Mike. And where was Donna? My mind raced.

"It's my turn next time don't forget," Lucy said, "as long as Jenny doesn't find out."

"Fuck her, the little weirdo. I don't know what he sees in her with her weird makeup and strange hair," Sarah laughed.

As she said it Michelle came out of the toilets and saw me standing there. She'd heard the last sentence and saw my face. I turned and walked back out of the door. So much for being friends if that's how they spoke about me behind my back. I wandered around the streets, my mind racing, and suddenly realised I was in the street where Mike lived. A rush of cool air made me remember my short skirt and uncovered pussy, and I smiled to myself. I walked to his house and opened the front door. Good, he'd left it open like he usually did when he was expecting me.

I wanted to surprise him, to walk in and lift my skirt and see his reaction. I crept into the living room, but he wasn't there, and the TV was off. I crept upstairs quietly, hearing faint noises from his bedroom. I saw the door was ajar, and peered through. How he didn't hear my gasp I didn't know.

"I love your big tits, they're so much better than Jenny's tiny ones," Mike told Donna.

She was straddled over him, sitting right down on his lap, Mike flat on his back along the bed. His hands squeezed her big heavy breasts, a broad smile on his face. Yes, they were much bigger than mine, but mine don't flop about everywhere like hers, they're so much firmer I told myself. I watched as she lifted her arse, then ground back down onto him. I knew from their collective groans that his cock was inside her. As pissed off as I was, I wasn't about to march on in there. I took my phone out and made sure it was on silent and the flash was off, I took a couple of pictures, making sure their faces were showing and then left.

I walked back in the direction of my house and then felt my phone vibrate. It was Michelle ringing, I'd had four missed calls from her already. I answered a little reluctantly.

"Oh babe, where did you go?" she cried out, "I came out of the pub after you and you'd disappeared."

"Mikes," I blurted out.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "oh shit."

"I haven't fucked him, honest," she continued after a pause.

"But the others have I'm guessing?" I asked.

"Jenny I'm sorry, but yes. They were all so fucking jealous of him picking you, I told them all to leave you guys be but they wouldn't have it," she answered.

She told me that she'd come around to see me the following day but I didn't answer, I just ended the call. When she did come around I reluctantly let her in, but urged her not to say anything.

"Are you going to end things with Mike?" she asked.

"No, that would be playing into their hands. Anyway, I'm off to university in a month so if they'd have waited he'd have been available after then, but for now, I have plans for them and him," I answered.

I warned her to behave as normal as possible around the others and reminded them what they'd said about her when we'd had our drunken fumble together. We'd agreed afterwards that it was nice to try it, sleeping with each other anyway, even if some of the aspects were hazy in our memories due to the amount of drink we'd consumed first. The others hadn't been quite so pleasant about it.

Michelle put her arms around me and hugged me for what seemed like forever, kissing me on the cheek and telling me to stay strong. She'd asked what I had planned, but I told her I'd only involve her if I needed her, the less she knew the better, and told her it was because I cared for her. I knew she still held a torch for me, despite having a boyfriend herself, and I was pretty confident she wouldn't let on to the others.

Lee, Donna's boyfriend, may take a little convincing but I was confident that I could persuade him. I'd seen the arguments they'd had in the pub, normally started by Donna being petty over something, but they always seemed okay the following day. Being older than us all at twenty-five, he was a lot more mature than the others. My plan would work though, I had the utmost trust in myself, and if not I had a couple of photos as a backup.

Two days later, I set my plan in motion. I knew today, Wednesday was Lee's day off and Donna would be out until at least 6 pm. I got changed and went around to the flat they shared. I checked my watch, just after 4 pm, and rang the doorbell. Lee answered, looking bemused to see me, getting more bemused as I kissed him on the cheek and waltzed past him into the living room.

"Donna getting ready?" I asked seeing the empty room.

"She's still out," Lee answered, "are you off out somewhere?"

"Yeah, we're going out to the new club that's opened, did Donna not tell you?" I grinned.

"No, she hasn't mentioned it," Lee grumbled.

I knew one of his pet hates of Donna's was when she didn't, or conveniently forgot to, tell him things and then expect him to be ready to drop anything and be ready. I watched his face and saw him casually looking me up and down. I'd ditched the normal black makeup look for bright red, matching the new streaks in my hair. My tight black dress matched my hair and I wore calf-length boots to show off my legs. Lee saw that I'd noticed him looking.

"We're hoping there's going to be some fit guys there," I laughed, "don't tell Mike okay?

He didn't look happy but I told him that I was joking, but the seeds had been sown, especially as he thought Donna hadn't mentioned it.

"If I have to wait, any chance of a drink?" I asked.

He reluctantly headed off to the fridge when I told him I'd take a bottle of lager, and asked him to join me. He came back with two opened bottles and handed one to me. Sitting in the middle of the sofa, Lee settled into the armchair facing me. We sat and I started casually chatting, asking about him in general and taking his mind away from Donna. I moved slightly, fidgeting a little, altering my legs until I lifted one onto the sofa and stretched it out so it rested on the arm. The angle should have been enough for him to follow along the underside of my legs and hopefully up to my pert arse. I assumed I'd worked out the angles correctly as Lee couldn't stop glancing at my legs, although he did his best not to let me know he was.

The bottle was nearly empty, I tipped it back while he was talking and finishing the drink, I pushed the bottle into my mouth and simulated giving it a blow job as subtly as I could manage. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Oops sorry, some was escaping down the neck of the bottle," I giggled.

I asked if I could get another and asked if he wanted one. He'd only drank half of his so declined, but told me to help myself. In doing so, I made a point of bending right over keeping my legs straight, my dress lifting and showing my arse, and in particular my red thong. I turned to catch him staring, pretending I hadn't seen and didn't know what I'd done, and picked up the bottle opener and walked back to the sofa.

"Sorry about the bottle thing, it's a bit of a party trick," I told him, "as Donna ever mentioned it?" I continued.

"She may have done, I think she was a little jealous," he muttered.

I walked over and sat on the arm of his chair, and showed him my phone, telling him I had a couple of photos to show him. Before he had the chance to say anything I held my phone in front of him, telling him to swipe to see them. The first picture had been carefully chosen, a girl's holiday from a couple of months ago when I stood taking a selfie with the girls behind me, my arse showing in the mirrored partition with my bikini bottom pulled right between my buttocks, and the girls laughing around the pool, Donna with her arm around a muscly lifeguard whose hand was around her shoulder and down over her breast.

He swiped after pulling a face at the photo, and then after a couple of pictures, there were two of mine specifically that I wanted him to see. The first showed me holding the end of a dildo, the rest of it in my mouth, the girls all laughing and cheering. The second showed me holding the dildo, the tip resting on my tongue, saliva dripping off the rest of the ten inches that had been in my mouth. I saw Lee's face light up but he tried not to show it. I turned to pick up my bottle of lager and heard him gasp and then shout out.

"What the fuck, what are these?" he shouted.

I quickly looked at the phone screen he was holding towards me, to see the first of the two pictures I'd taken. I'd blocked out Mike's face, and they showed Donna riding on what looked like a stranger with the room quite dark.

"Oh shit, sorry, you shouldn't have seen them," I blurted out.

"The lifeguard?" Lee asked.

I looked at him but kept quiet, and he said he'd take my silence as him being correct. I sat on the sofa opposite, and neither of us spoke for around a minute. I stood, and while he gazed at the floor I shook the bottle before opening it. The liquid frothed and oozed from the bottle, and I cried out and then took the bottle into my mouth just as Lee looked up. The lager flowed out and down my face, neck and down over my dress, looking like the bottle had just cum over me. As I pulled the bottle from my mouth lager sprayed over the floor and table.

Lee ran to the kitchen to get a cloth and when he came back he stopped dead in his tracks. I held both hands out, one waiting for the cloth and one holding my dress out for him. Standing in just my matching red undies, I pushed the dress in his direction.

"Quick, take this and see if it needs cleaning off, I'll start wiping the mess up," I told him.

I heard him tell me he would need to wet the dress a little and then leave it to dry, and I shouted out that it couldn't go in the tumble dryer, it would need to dry on its own. On all fours wiping the carpet, I glanced back under my arm to see him staring at my peachy little arse wiggling with each movement of my arm as I wiped. He saw me look, but this time didn't try to avert his gaze.

He came back and sat down, telling me he'd put my dress on the airer to dry but he thought he'd got all of the lager off it so it shouldn't have stained. I sat in my undies, pretending to try to hide myself.

"Do you do that a lot?" he asked suddenly.

"What, spill beer all over myself?" I laughed.

"No," he said, "what you were doing with the dildo."

"Deepthroating it? Yes, I like to keep practising, my boyfriends don't seem to mind," I giggled," Oh, Donna doesn't like to does she," I said after a slight pause.

"She's not keen on blowjobs full stop," he muttered.

He wasn't hiding that he was staring at me now, and even without my agenda sitting in front of him in my underwear was turning me on too.

"But you do, right?" I asked.

He nodded and sighed. I stood and walked right in front of him, then undid my bra, and handed it to him. I cupped my breasts and then turned and walked over to the wall. Turning to face him, I leaned my back against it and lowered to a squatting position, my arms reaching above my head, my knees parted as far as I could manage. I knew my thong wouldn't be doing much to cover my pussy.

"You could always use my mouth as you see fit," I told him, opening it wide, "any way you want to," I smiled.

"What about Donna and Mike?" he asked.

"I won't tell if you don't," I whispered seductively," I doubt Donna told you about the lifeguard did she?"

He walked over and stood in front of me, hand on his zip, then paused. I reached forward and guided his hand, pulling his zip down with him, then putting my arms back up for him to carry on. He slid his jeans down, then his pants and his eight-inch erection stood out in front of me. My eyes lit up upon seeing it.

"Hold my hands out of the way, and do what you want to my mouth please," I urged him.

His hands went to my wrists and as he leant in, my tongue found the end of his cock. He jumped a little, then slid his cock along my tongue and into my mouth. He groaned as I closed my mouth on him, swirling my tongue around his shaft, then let him push his cock into me until he felt my nose touch against his pubic hair. He looked down and smiled, and told me I was a good girl.

He started to fuck my mouth, slowly at first, my eyes staring up at him, almost pleading with him to go faster. I surrendered to him, letting him use my mouth, all the time watching intently at the enjoyment on his face. He fucked me for a while until I saw his eyes close and heard him grunt loudly and then he started to fill my throat with his sticky goodness, spurt after spurt of his cum flowing down my open mouth. He pulled his cock to the end and sent the last couple of spurts across my tongue, then groaned again as I used my tongue to clean him.

As he stepped back I quickly stood and pushed him down to the ground. He lay, his arms propping him up, while I straddled him and lowered. He looked at me in wonder, and I told him I needed to cum too. He nodded, and I lowered onto his cock. I sat fully on his cock, urging him to roughly pull on my nipples while I played with my clit. His eyes closed as I ground against him, I quickly picked up my phone, already set on silent and the flash off, and took two quick pictures, one of his screwed-up face with his eyes closed, and a close-up of his cock buried inside me.

I knew the girls knew that one of my 'things' was to always be completely shaved, with no hint of pubic hair at all. They'd seen me naked enough times after changing either after the gym or swimming to all know about it. For the purpose of these pictures, I'd let a little landing strip of pubic hair grow and it was clearly visible. Before Lee noticed I tossed the phone onto the sofa I'd been on and flicked harder at my clit until I cried out in orgasm.

I collapsed back to lying on the floor and saw Lee walk to the kitchen. He returned with my dress and told me it was near enough dry, and to get dressed quickly as Donna would be back soon. I dressed and then headed for the door.

"Are you not waiting for Donna now then?" he asked.

"No, guilty conscience," I answered, smirking at him," but I won't say anything if you won't. Our little secret right?"

"No, I'm certainly not going to say anything," he answered.

"Nor about the lifeguard, or she'll know how you found out as only I have pictures too," I asked.

He shook his head to say no, then I smiled and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. I whispered and told him if he could keep it secret, this might just happen again sometime. I walked down the path, feeling his eyes burn into my arse as I left. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but deep down despite doing it to upset Donna, I'd really enjoyed it so much so that I stopped down an alleyway on the way home and fingered myself to orgasm replaying it in my mind.

I had a plan for the next event, but this would need several things to click into place to happen. I knew Josh, Lucy's boyfriend, had a party planned for the following week, and as his parents owned a large house and they were away on holiday he'd arranged for everyone to go there and bring drinks with them. I had a plan to seduce him next, for following through with it could prove tricky.

I was going to avoid the girls for the time being but Michelle had phoned to check on me and told me that if I was going to carry on as normally as possible around Mike and Donna, then I needed to be with the others so they didn't get suspicious and wonder what was up with me. Twice over the next few days, we'd met up and I'd done my level best to be as chirpy as I could be, helped by seeing Lee squirming in his chair until I smiled at him as I inconspicuously pushed the neck of a bottle of lager into my mouth while he watched and smiled back.

The day of the party arrived and I dressed down a little. Tartan pleated skirt, a loose-fitting grunge t-shirt, and nylon-clad legs but not stockings, complete with my new knee-length boots. I'd phoned Mike to ask what time we were meeting before going and wasn't too surprised when he said his boss had asked him to stay over after work to do an inventory count. If he wasn't too tired he'd see me there later he informed me.

The house wasn't too far away so I walked, getting to the house just in time to see Donna and Lee following Anna and her boyfriend Callum in through the door. I wandered in, said hello to a few people I didn't know, and then saw Michelle.

"I've seen the others," I told her, "but not Lucy just yet."

"No, she'd had to stay at work late," Michelle answered.

"Even though it's her boyfriend's party. Not doing an inventory stocktake is she?"

Michelle looked at me puzzled and I waved her way, telling her it was a private joke that wasn't that funny. I wandered away, asked someone where the drinks were, and then headed to the kitchen where they were being kept to pour me one. I saw Josh a couple of times and deliberately kept asking if Lucy was there yet. He pulled a face as he told me no, and reluctantly came with me when I took his hand and asked him to come and dance with me. Two hours later Lucy finally turned up, a little worse for wear as she'd already been drinking, much to Josh's dismay. Ten minutes after her arrival I got a text from Mike saying he was over-tired from work and wouldn't be coming.