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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,701
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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It wasn’t going at all how he’d planned. Trina was all over him once again, and Casey just stood there. Off to the side, as usual. Acting bored, as usual. As if last night had never happened.
Rick could feel Trina’s tongue trailing up his neck towards his ear. He felt her mouth capture his lobe and suck. But that’s all that he felt, just what she was doing. His cock stayed firmly down, and his thoughts ran clear.
Why wasn’t she acting any different? Why wasn’t she saying anything? She’d been a virgin just last night. Shouldn’t she be fidgeting, glancing over, looking at him?
For the first time, Rick wasn’t getting turned on. He was analyzing the situation. Here he was, wanting his girlfriend’s friend to announce they’d fucked or at least show some sort of awareness of him. But it seemed Casey was true to her word. She’d said the night before that she wouldn’t tell anyone. Right after he’d taken her home and stole her virginity. She’d been drunk for the first time that night.
His dick twitched at the memory of how demanding she’d been. Trina moved her hand down to grope him through his jeans. He closed his eyes and imagined Casey doing it. Only it wasn’t Casey. Trina didn’t have the same determined stroke. She didn’t move her hand up to scratch his belly, or dip it down into his pants. Lucky for him, his dick didn’t care who was doing the stroking. He was hard, but not as horny as he’d like.
“Let’s go upstairs. My room, parents aren’t home,” Trina was whispering.
At last, she finally wanted to fuck him, and he didn’t want her.
“What about Casey?” He whispered back, licking her ear so she wouldn’t try to kiss him and he could keep his eyes on the friend in question.
“I’ll send her home.” Trina turned her head, perked her voice up and called out, “Hey, Case, need you to blow this joint for an hour or two. Just drive around, I’ll call.”
“Sure thing,” Casey, almost eagerly, hopped off her perch on the couch and headed for the door.
This is ridiculous, come back here. Tell her we fucked.
There was a click, and Casey was out the door.
“Let’s go.”
Rick thought he was helpless. What was he going to do?
Just fuck her and get it over with, his dick screamed. Tell her it’s a bad idea and you’d rather just be friends, his head argued. Go after Casey, said his gut.
“Trina, wait.” Rick tugged her hand and she stopped dragging him down the hall to her room. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
A flash of light went by the window. Tires screeched, and loud rock blared briefly throughout the neighborhood followed by more screeching around a corner, then all was silent. Casey was gone.
“What is it Rick?”
He breathed out, frustrated beyond belief. How to get rid of Trina now?
“I don’t have a condom on me.”
Rick could feel Trina’s tongue trailing up his neck towards his ear. He felt her mouth capture his lobe and suck. But that’s all that he felt, just what she was doing. His cock stayed firmly down, and his thoughts ran clear.
Why wasn’t she acting any different? Why wasn’t she saying anything? She’d been a virgin just last night. Shouldn’t she be fidgeting, glancing over, looking at him?
For the first time, Rick wasn’t getting turned on. He was analyzing the situation. Here he was, wanting his girlfriend’s friend to announce they’d fucked or at least show some sort of awareness of him. But it seemed Casey was true to her word. She’d said the night before that she wouldn’t tell anyone. Right after he’d taken her home and stole her virginity. She’d been drunk for the first time that night.
His dick twitched at the memory of how demanding she’d been. Trina moved her hand down to grope him through his jeans. He closed his eyes and imagined Casey doing it. Only it wasn’t Casey. Trina didn’t have the same determined stroke. She didn’t move her hand up to scratch his belly, or dip it down into his pants. Lucky for him, his dick didn’t care who was doing the stroking. He was hard, but not as horny as he’d like.
“Let’s go upstairs. My room, parents aren’t home,” Trina was whispering.
At last, she finally wanted to fuck him, and he didn’t want her.
“What about Casey?” He whispered back, licking her ear so she wouldn’t try to kiss him and he could keep his eyes on the friend in question.
“I’ll send her home.” Trina turned her head, perked her voice up and called out, “Hey, Case, need you to blow this joint for an hour or two. Just drive around, I’ll call.”
“Sure thing,” Casey, almost eagerly, hopped off her perch on the couch and headed for the door.
This is ridiculous, come back here. Tell her we fucked.
There was a click, and Casey was out the door.
“Let’s go.”
Rick thought he was helpless. What was he going to do?
Just fuck her and get it over with, his dick screamed. Tell her it’s a bad idea and you’d rather just be friends, his head argued. Go after Casey, said his gut.
“Trina, wait.” Rick tugged her hand and she stopped dragging him down the hall to her room. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
A flash of light went by the window. Tires screeched, and loud rock blared briefly throughout the neighborhood followed by more screeching around a corner, then all was silent. Casey was gone.
“What is it Rick?”
He breathed out, frustrated beyond belief. How to get rid of Trina now?
“I don’t have a condom on me.”