Ch 4 - Talked into a Threesome
"I'm worried about the amount of time he spends on his computer," Amber confided with Diana.
The two co-eds were having lunch at the Student Union Building. They had agreed to meet there after class. Diana was anxious to introduce Amber to Paul, her new boyfriend.
"Well, a lot of people spend a lot of time on their computer."
"True, but I can't put my finger on it. He just doesn't act the same as he does when he's been doing homework--and hasn't in a while."
"So do you think he's looking at porn sites?"
"I don't know. Maybe, but it doesn't make sense."
"So what are you going to do? Confront him? Why don't you sneak a look on his computer. Ask to borrow it or something."
"I've tried that before, he won't let me. He says it's private, like a diary, or his wallet, and that he doesn't expect to look at mine either."
"That sounds suspicious. How is a computer private in a relationship unless you're doing something on it you shouldn't be?" Diana wondered aloud.
"What would you do though, if you found out he was looking at porn?"
Amber wondered about that.
"I don't know," Amber admitted.
"Would you dump him?" Diana asked.
Amber was startled. She had never contemplated that.
"I--I don't know," she stuttered. She thought for a minute. What if he was? Would she--could she dump him? She recoiled at the thought. Was it really so bad? Looking was not the same thing as actually having sex. She had seen Johnson looking at other women before, and it didn't bother her that much. She admitted to herself that she sometimes looked at other men--especially when she wasn't with Johnson. She didn't like the idea of him viewing porn, but as she contemplated leaving Johnson for that reason alone, she rebelled against the idea. It just didn't seem a big enough offense by itself--at least not as long as he didn't do it again.
"No--I couldn't do it. Not for that at least. So what should I do?" Amber asked her friend.
Diana was eager for Amber to dump that slime, but she could see that there was no way she could talk Amber into breaking up with him over that. She decided to give Amber some honest advice.
"Well, in the absence of evidence, I don't see how you have any choice but to give him the benefit of the doubt. I think every 'significant other' deserves that. You just can't assume bad behavior based solely on vague feelings with no other evidence."
Amber was happy to agree, indeed with relief. It just cleared the whole issue from her mind. Still, as she thought about it, she became embarrassed for having even entertained suspicion of bad behavior on Johnson's part. There was absolutely no evidence of it. He certainly didn't deserve unfounded suspicions on her part.
At that moment, a young man walked into the restaurant and walked up to the booth.
Diana stood and embraced him, and the two kissed. Diana turned around.
"Amber, this is Paul. Paul, my best friend Amber."
Amber smiled and stood to shake hands. She had to admit, Diana had really hit a home run--at least as far as looks. Paul was tall and beefy. He had a dark complexion, brown hair, and steely gray eyes. His hair was longer than what was fashionable, and when he spoke, he had a very deep voice which she found attractive. Michael Pare' she thought--remembering a movie she had once seen--"Streets of Fire". She squirmed on the vinyl seat. She was wearing a skirt and stockings with garter belts, as she often did, to please Johnson. She felt her silky panties starting to get wet. She felt a flush of shame--here she had actually contemplated dumping Johnson just for watching a little porn on the Internet, and here she was getting wet over her best friend's boyfriend!
"Paul is a pre-law major. He's just finishing his junior year like us. After graduation, he's going to start law school," Diana interrupted her thoughts.
"How exciting," Amber replied. She was quite taken with Paul, and loved hearing his voice as he talked. She felt a rush of blood flood her cheeks. She was sexually attracted to him! She felt ashamed and was worried that Diana might perceive her feelings.
How could she feel this way? Amber already had a boyfriend who deserved her loyalty, as well as a Diana, who certainly did not deserve to have her best friend making eyes at her new boyfriend!
While Amber was having lunch with Diana and Paul, Johnson was back in their apartment fucking Erica, one of Amber's classmates. Erica was a beautiful African-American woman, with a medium-brown complexion and her hair done up in multiple rope-like braids.
He had just eaten her pussy to multiple orgasms, and now Erica was on her hands and knees, with Johnson coming up behind her. She was so hot, she could barely contain herself. Johnson approached her on his knees, and she arched her back more, spread her legs further apart and tilted her pussy upwards. She felt the sopping wet lips of her cunt spread apart.
Johnson reached down and stroked his middle finger along her wet slit, and his finger slipped in.
Erica moaned and jerked her hips, arching her back and tilting her crotch up and down along his fingers. Johnson was hard as a rock, and felt an immense pressure building in his balls. He moved forward and guided his prick up to her waiting cunt. He decided to tease her a little and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit.
Erica moaned and shoved back hard, and his cock slid into her hot cunt like a hot knife into butter. He felt her cunt convulse around his prick and felt a rush of hot oily vaginal lubrication.
Johnson started fucking her, not holding back. He pounded in to her hard, grabbing a handful of her braids as he fucked her. Erica's brown ass cheeks bounced against his groin, jiggling with each impact.
Erica dropped to her elbows and gripped her pillow in her fists as she came hard, moaning and slobbering on her pillow case.
After a few minutes, Johnson couldn't hold off any longer. He wanted this as a scene so for the benefit of the hidden camera, he pulled out of her and started spraying his load all over her back. Great big globs of his jism landed on Erica's shoulder, back and ass. This would be a great one for his private collection.
"Did Johnson ever fix your computer?" Amber asked Diana, as they stepped into her apartment.
"Yeah he did. He even gave me one of his webcams," she said.
The two girls were sitting on the edge of Diana's bed in her apartment. After lunch, they had a class together, and both had a break for another hour. Since Diana's apartment was closer, the two went to her apartment so that Amber could show Diana her new tattoo.
"So, let's see your tattoo," Diana requested.
"I have to get undressed you know," Amber explained.
"Hey, it's okay. It's just us girls," Diana reassured her.
Amber stood up and turned around, then she pulled her shirt over her head, removed her bra, removed her skirt, then slid her panties down her slender legs. She unclipped the straps of her garter belt and removed it also, then as Diana looked on, she turned around and showed Diana her bare backside.
Diana gasped as she saw the extraordinary detail of the tattoo. She looked up and down carefully, studying the detail.
"Did it hurt?" Diana asked.
"Yeah, for a while, but not too bad."
"Amber, Diana nearly choked as she spoke, "this, this butterfly fairy, the one on your ass--it looks just like you!"
"It does kind of look like me, doesn't it?"
Diana gulped and nodded as Amber turned around to talk to her. Diana stood up, and then noticed the pendant on Amber's chest.
Diana gasped again.
"Oh my God!"
"Yes, he gave that to me as a present," Amber said proudly. She took it off and handed it to Diana so she could take a closer look.
"I've seen these before," Diana commented. "There's a lot of Amber with bugs preserved inside. They're not that uncommon or expensive--usually, but this one is pretty big, and the butterfly is perfectly preserved. They're usually damaged or partly crushed, and there's usually bits of bark or dirt around the bug. The resin must have plopped right on top of it when it's wings were outstretched."
As Diana stared at the pendant, she wondered if the butterfly realized it's fate when the resin fell on it, sealing it forever. Unable to escape. Unable to change. Trapped within forever. She was impressed though--it was definitely very expensive. Maybe she would have to give Johnson at least some credit--he wasn't 100 percent self-centered, just 99 percent.
"Beautiful," she said, handing it back to her friend.
"Thanks," Amber said, pleased with her friend's reaction.
"It must have been expensive," Diana concluded.
"I think so. Let's get out of here--I've got to get back for our last class," Amber said, putting her pendant back on and pulling her clothes back on.
Since they still had a little bit of time, the two girls walked to a Baskin Robbins not far from Diana's apartment. Amber ordered an Orange Sherbert cone, and Diana ordered a coffee cone.
"You'll never believe what he wants me to do now," Amber declared, this time not so happy.
Diana felt her stomach tighten. She knew she was not going to like the answer.
"He wants me to give his best friend Kyle a blowjob!" Amber whispered.
"No way!" Diana replied, stunned.
"Yes way!"
"Why? Why would a boyfriend ask such a thing?" Diana wondered out loud, truly perplexed.
"Well, Kyle's girlfriend dumped him earlier this semester. Kyle is depressed and lonely, and Johnson thinks this would lift his spirits."
Diana didn't buy it. Was it just kinky voyeurism, or did Johnson have some other scheme in mind?
