I woke up that night at 3:30 in the morning and my boner was raging. I wasn't used to sleeping next to a girl in a thong and one of my t-shirts. It felt pretty good.
Of course, that wasn't the only part of the scenario. Gabby had told me that she cheated on me. She didn't have his number, but I wondered about other things. Facebook. Instagram. Snapchat. I didn't have Snapchat myself, but I knew she did. Had she and this guy been messaging? How was their sex? They had done it twice, and she sucked him off ... How big was he?
I wondered if she felt guilty in the moment, of just guilty afterwards. Not too guilty to suck his cock the next morning. Had she made him use a condom? Was he tall? Good looking? Black? Hispanic, like her? I thought of her and her cousin Lisa, getting ready to go out, wondering if she knew what was in store for her. Was she so horny from a lack of sex all summer that she was primed and ready? Did she know she was going to cheat on me? What had she worn that night?
I found that as much anxiety as I had, my cock was still hard. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and went into the bathroom. I had to see if there was evidence of her cheating in plain sight. I looked at her facebook, and I did notice a few pictures Lisa had tagged her in from that night. Gabby wasn't wearing anything outrageous, but I did notice the heels and some nice cleavage. I'm sure the guy she fucked and blew loved that. Then I went to instagram. I didn't remember any posts from around then that she put up, but I also hadn't looked at her tagged photos in awhile. Sure enough, Lisa had tagged her in one.
There were two pictures. The first, Gabby and Lisa were facing whoever took the pics smiling and posing. The second, they both had their hands on the wall of the apartments with booties slightly sticking out looking back. They were standing like you'd stand if you were going to be fucked from behind standing up, and looking back at whoever the photographer was. The caption Lisa went with was "Gotta look good from the front and the back."
I barely even recognized I had been jerking myself, but I came, and I came hard. Thankfully I was in the bathroom already because I made a huge mess. I wiped myself off with tissues and then had to wipe off the tissue residue from my hands and chest where the cum was. What was wrong with me? I was quite sure I didn't like Gabby going behind my back like this, but seeing her in this sexual light was amazing. If it was channeled towards me, wow. I felt like I would really have something. I snuck back into bed and fell asleep feeling a little better.
And the next week was indeed something. Gabby was now sleeping over about half the time. She had sucked my cock for the first time, and we fucked twice. It was clear she hadn't orgasmed from my dick, but it was great to cum into the condom while I was in her pussy. In the meantime, Rachel was getting settled into our apartment and her new surroundings. She didn't have any friends in Miami, really, so in between job searching she was spending a lot of time with Gabby and I. I had been worried that perhaps she'd feel like a third wheel, or perhaps that Gabby would feel like a third wheel, but they were getting along really, really well. If anything, I was the third wheel.
There was a bit of an adjustment period for me, as well. Rachel had always been a bit of a free spirit, but I didn't exactly imagine the types of outfits she'd feel comfortable wearing around our apartment. One morning I came out to the living room while Gabby showered, and Rachel had a crop top t-shirt exposing her stomach and cheeky cotton underwear on while watching some cooking show.
"Hey you!", she welcomed me.
"Hey. Good morning. How are you sleeping in the new place?"
"So far so good. Need to get a job though, feels like I'll just be sitting around the apartment doing nothing all day until I do."
"Well feel free to use my car if you need to expand your search. I don't really use it most days being this close to campus. On the rare occasions you wouldn't be able to use it I'm sure you get could the bus or Gabby could take you or something."
"Ohhh that's actually pretty tempting. A guy offered me a job at this legs & eggs type place but I thought it would be too far. Plus, who wants to wake up that early?"
"Ha, fair. Well, yeah, just keep me updated on if I can help. What did you have going on today?"
"Did Gabby not tell you? Well she's not getting out of it. We're going shopping and getting lunch. Girl's day!"
"Oh. Hey, no, that sounds great. I've already got a bunch of schoolwork going on."
I retreated back to my room after that. I didn't really know how Gabby would react to Rachel's attire, and didn't want it to look like I was hanging out with her like that. I brought it up when she got out of the shower.
"You see what she's wearing?"
"Yeah, I was out there for a second. What do you mean?"
"I mean, not a whole lot of clothing," I said with a slight laugh.
With a faux exasperated sigh, she smiled and said "John, she's a woman. It's her apartment too. You're going to need to learn how to be a man and not a perv around her. Now, I'm here to help with this little thing we have here", and she climbed onto the bed where I was taking off her towel, "and that should help take some of your tension off."
She started rubbing my cock underneath my shorts. I quickly undid them. With her laying at my side, I grabbed one of her big tits while she stroked my dick.
"We've been having such a good time this week baby," She said.
"It's been amazing, you've been amazing."
"I'm so happy you've been able to forgive me for what happened. I never want to hurt you. I tried so hard to be a good girl, and meeting you was the best thing that happened to me," and she continued stroking.
"I just want you to be you babe."
"I think you kind of like it when I'm a bad girl. When I show up at your dorm with nothing on. When I dress kind of slutty. When I jerk you off ... When I tell you about things I've done with boys in the past ..."
And I couldn't take it anymore. Gabby quickly pointed the cock up towards my chest, and my cum spurted onto my belly. She didn't get very much on her, and grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands off.
"Well that was fun," she smiled.
I could barely string a sentence together the orgasm was so powerful, and the added impact of my confusion being so great at her words and why it had turned me on.
Eventually the girls took my car and left for their errands. Rachel has always been both wild and innocent all at once. Like she knows everyone knows she's hot, and she knows what that means, and she's always been pretty down to have sex or follow through on where that leads her, but also usually wakes up the next day like it never happened, or is oblivious to the feelings of the guy she fucked or the way others might have seen it.
When you're that hot, I guess it works out. Either way, I always enjoyed hearing the tales of her one-night stands and the dead-end relationships that always seemed to have a three-month expiration date. Sometimes when they ended she'd act like it was the end of the world. I'd pick her up from a boyfriends at 3 am when they broke up and she'd fall asleep on my shoulder. The tears were usually short-lived. One time we even made out when she was vulnerable, but I would never push anything. I'm not the type to take advantage. The next day we laughed it off, and promised it was a one-time thing.
I studied through the afternoon and put together my work. I was a business major. Pretty boring. Wasn't exactly sure where I wanted it to take me, but Miami was a hub of real estate, and my high school work had gotten me out of the small rural town Rachel and I were from. That was a good enough start. My internship back home in the summer had been helping out with the local home and car insurance guys. They made a decent enough living, but I didn't want to have to go back there.
