Ok. So this is a very old chapter I've updated. You can tell, because the writing is crappy, especially my dialogue. I've tried to fix it up, but it doesn't always work. I'm sorry. But this will be my last prequel chapter. Once again, very little (almost no) sexual contact, just a lot of innuendo and conversations I picked up, that lead to the main story (see my profile here).
Nothing much happened that night, you were almost eager to see more interplay. Unfortunately, a bunch of Morgan's friends and your friends ended up coming out that night, despite you trying to avoid that very thing. Instead, you were pulled in numerous directions, and so was Morgan. Bill got tired of trying to catch up to you, or more likely Morgan, and eventually disappeared. You watched to see if Morgan picked up her phone at all, which she did numerous times. You were actually quite eager to see if Bill had continued to send "dick pics". Forgoing sex with Morgan you waited until she passed out on the couch at your apartment, and went through her phone. Just conversations with ****** and friends. Her messenger still had Bill blocked. Part of you was relieved, but you were shocked at the part of you that was disappointed.
You began to seriously track their encounters, tallying up conversations and incidents you once thought meaningless and harmless.
One night a few days later, you were out with Morgan, Hillary and Melonie. Her two friends were constantly on their phones. Hillary would laugh, and Melonie seemed annoyed. She looked at you, "Why is your asshole friend obsessed with that wedding?" Melonie asked finally. She admitted that Bill was bugging her for pics from that wedding.
Hillary laughed, "He already said it, he wants spank pics," she was playing with her phone. "It's the dresses and make-up." Melonie had sucked Bill's cock, and Hillary was kind of dating Bill. At least in her head, since he only fucked her in the ass. They had a little rivalry.
Morgan seemed agitated. "Don't send him pics of that!"
Melonie said she wasn't, but Hillary gave Morgan a bitchy glance, "Why do you care?" Her shorter pudgy friend hrrumphed, and continued to flip through her phone.
Eventually, you found yourself alone with Morgan, outside, smoking a cigarette. She reiterated that they "shouldn't send pics of that day."
Morgan took a long sexy drag off her smoke. "He only wants to see me in that tight dress," she said it with such confidence. "He's probably going to use them to spank it," she made a mocking jerk off motion.
"You seem pretty sure of yourself," you tested her.
She gave you a look as if to say "are you serious" with her eyes wide and head cocked to the side. "You know he doesn't want to fuck them right?"
You were confused, "Sure he does, he fucks Hillary!"
Your girlfriend let out a hearty laugh, "Only in the ASS dude!" She puffed her cigarette and pulled her phone out. She showed you the pics from the wedding. "Be honest, you think he wants pics of THESE TWO!" She opened the one of them *****. She must be ***** herself, but something about that utter certainty at her own hotness had your cock twitching. You hadn't seen this type of confidence in her, and it was attractive. She only had three inch heels on, but she suddenly seemed a foot taller than you as she spoke with a smile. "They keep fighting over that asshole, and he doesn't even like them."
You shrugged your shoulders. "Sounds like he enjoys their company." You pointed to your pocket, "He sure as shit brags about fucking Hillary's ass and Melonie's tits," you realized you were letting her know a little too much "guy" stuff. "Not to be a jerk."
Morgan took a long drag on her smoke, and then another. She just stared at you. Almost sizing you up, she kept smoking in the quite. She craned her neck to the side, and took a long haul, she smiled seductively. "You know your friends wants to fuck me right?" She spoke holding her breath, and it made her words strained. She let the powerful statement linger keeping smoke in her lungs.
You stammered with your words. "Wha....huh?" You didn't know what to say, since it was laid out there. Sure, Bill had said it, you'd joked to her, but the way she said it, with such a truth to it, daring you to respond.
Morgan repeated her statement. "Your friend wants to FUCK me," she emphasized the word fuck, speaking as smoke rolled out of her mouth and nose it went right into your face. It was almost disrespectful. Almost something BILL would do. Something he had done, numerous times, to try and dominate you. Or so you told yourself. You'd stood your ground, and you did again. This time it was Morgan who was exerting dominance in a way. A feminine way. Yet, it was so sensual, so seductive, so sexy of a look, that a boner grew in your pants.
Here you were, standing with your own girlfriend, and somehow you felt so small, so young. As she stared at you waiting for a response, she seemed ten years more mature, and somehow imposing to you. Your face went red. Her brows went up, telling you she was waiting for an answer. It didn't help to have an erection moving in your trousers. "Yeah, I know," you said finally.
Morgan took a drag, and turned her head to the other side, now testing you. "Do you," she stated blowing smoke out of the side of her mouth right into your face once again. There is was again.Two words, and a simple act, yet, something so dismissive. As if you couldn't understand body language, all the conversations they had, the innuendos, and basically, the general idea of sexual tension between a man and a woman. It was almost as if she was dismissing you entirely, as if you didn't understand sex itself, or girls for that matter. You felt so small and childish. Still your cock raged in your pants.
You were saved by Hillary coming outside and asking about shots. This made Morgan smile, and she left you there to ponder. You didn't go back inside for a minute, letting it linger between you two. You didn't bring it up, and weren't even sure how to. The night went on, and life went on as if it never happened.
A few weeks later, you drove to Bill's parents for his Memorial Day cookout. There was anxiety inside of you, not because you had some sort of social phobias, but because sitting in the passenger's seat was your girlfriend. She had met his parents several times before, but now things seemed different. She hadn't fought to go this time, hadn't argued and complained "Bill was an obnoxious asshole". In fact, she hadn't stated that in a while. You pulled up to the small house, and saw all the cars. Morgan had a bag containing wine, and some brownies she made. Let's get this over with, you told yourself. You were apprehensive, but Morgan was not. You watched her almost glow, in her shiny white floral patterned sun dress, with silver strap heels that you loved. It was a conservative dress, and was loose, but she looked great, with her dark raven hair in a single long ponytail. She approached the door faster than you could, and was greeted by Bill's mom. The woman was short, fat and quite mean, but she seemed to light up seeing Morgan. She had that affect. The life of the party always.
Bill's mom greeted you quickly, and took your coats and the bag of wine, but you watched her pull Morgan through the house to the den, where the ****** was. The party was already in full swing. You watched Bill's *** come up behind you, and pat you on the back. He was staring at Morgan and adjusting his crotch. You saw Morgan be introduced to the crowd, one of Bill's brother's wives made a comment how she remembered Morgan as being "sassy" which made your girlfriend smile widely. Adrunk Bill came from the hall to his room. He went right to her. Something you'd never thought you'd see occurred, as Morgan embraced then guy she called a "***** idiot" on a regular basis. She hugged him, and actually kissed his cheek. There was nothing odd about this, except now you took tally of everything. It was an everyday greeting, just not one Morgan had ever done with Bill. He held her waist momentarily, and the image burned in your head, and your cock twitched. From a room away, you saw him introduce Morgan to ****** and ****** friends, arm around her waist. It looked like he was introducing his own girlfriend. It was a fleeting moment, but one you wouldn't forget as you stood silently in the next room.
It wasn't that she ignored you that day. She kept coming over and talking to you, as you chatted with Bill's brothers, cousins, and guests. She'd ask what you wanted to drink, and get you a beer. Yet, she seemed entrenched with Bill's mom, and his brother's wives, and the other women. She helped set the table, prepare the food, get drinks for everyone. It wasn't odd, it was her personality. The life of the party, the social butterfly.
It was how you watched the other guys, Bill's ***, his brothers, and ******, stare at her like a piece of meat. A glance at Morgan, would almost inevitably result in an adjusted crotch, by whatever man looked in her direction. It gave you pride, but something about it felt odd as well, like you were an outsider with your own girlfriend.
The "ladies" were out drinking margaritas on the back deck. You stood within ear shot, talking to one of the neighbors you'd known for years. You were intently listening to the "ladies" though, trying to nod your head when the old neighbor made a comment about this dog or that one.
"Oh my god," Bill's mom uncharacteristically said in a glowing way laughing fully, "I love you, can you just date my son!" The words shocked you, and upset you, as you'd known his mom for ages.
Morgan answered with a quip, "He's trying," which made all the "ladies" laugh. It was an odd response, and one you didn't expect. It wasn't out of the ordinary, but you'd have liked her to at least mention you.
You walked around, trying to note when Bill and Morgan talked, which didn't happen too often. He again introduced her to a group, but that was pretty much it. Which shocked you, as Bill stared intently at her.
You caught him talking with his old man. "You fucking that," his tall elderly father sipped his beer. More words that angered you, and you thought about commenting, but you were in his home.
Bill's turn to quip. "I'm trying." It was as if they rehearsed the strange dance.
A half hour later, you again moved close to the "ladies". This time, you hadn't heard what was said to her, but Morgan retorted. "If you teach him how to make these cookies, you got a deal," she laughed, and the "ladies" all laughed.
You got roped into smoking a cigar, which you tried to do quickly. Bill wasn't near Morgan, and it made you feel less anxious. Or was it a disappointment that they weren't interacting? Was this anxiety or excitement that had built up in the past few hours. You moved back to the "ladies" area and smoked a cigarette by yourself.
Bill's aunt was speaking. "OH MY GOD! You should let him take you to the Ale House down the street!" She grabbed Morgan's shoulder. "My husband's niece works there, she'll hook you up." You wondered why his aunt was giving Morgan tips on where to go with you, but it wasn't out of the ordinary.
Morgan looked apprehensive now. "I'm not sure we can afford that."
Bill's mom chimed in. "I'd pay for the whole thing!" Why would she pay for your date with Morgan. That was weird.
"Does he even have nice clothes? Isn't it a fancy place," Morgan sipped her drink. You did have nice clothes. She knew that. Weird.
His mom chuckled. "Somewhere in that room of his, Bill has some nice clothes." She laughed, and the "ladies" laughed. She was talking about Bill dating Morgan. Your heart beat, and your cock shot up momentarily. What was that? You thought looking down at your jeans, happy it went back down.
Morgan answered, "That room is a shithole." She was giggling with the "ladies". "I'd have to overhaul the whole thing," she waved her hands. "That's were I'd have to start." It was weird to hear her play this game, but you knew Morgan. Always polite, and she rolled with the punches. However weird.
Bill's Mom put her hand on Morgan's shoulder. "PLEASE DO!" She added.
The "ladies" were dying laughing. Bill's brother's wife was eyeing Morgan. "You are too much. We need to hang out." You watched them exchange numbers on their phone. It was so strange. So surreal.
Time passed, and it was growing dark. You and Morgan had plans later with other friends, and you were eager to make an exit. Morgan explained she'd need to say goodbye. You followed her back to the "ladies", staying away, allowing them to conclude their talk.
Bill's mother stopped her and hugged her. "Just marry my son already please!"
Morgan stood back, and with no awkwardness in her movements, she held out her hands to say "stop". "Wait, now we're engaged? We haven't even gone on our first date to the Ale House yet?" Morgan looked at the "ladies" as they all laughed. They hugged her, and Morgan exchanged more numbers.
You anxiously said goodbye to Bill, and watched Morgan hug him again, Bill held it a little longer than before. Morgan said "oohkkk," and pushed off. She politely shook the hands his ****** and friends as you both said goodbye.
The whole event wasn't that odd, but you thought about it. That night, after Morgan went home, you got on your computer and looked up porn to masturbate to. As you did, the image of Morgan and Bill, embracing, as he introduced her kept creeping into your mind. You shot a huge load, much bigger than you anticipated and cleaned it up.
A few weeks later, a college buddy came into town. He brought a friend, and the three of you caught up. Morgan was a little annoyed. Bill texted what you were doing, and you told Morgan as you drank in your den. She wasn't even talking to your buddies. She called them "nerds" and "losers". It was even worse with your buddies from home. When she asked who texted you, you told her. She shocked you, when she told you to invite him. That she'd want "someone" to talk to. That is when you realized she hadn't called him a loser in some time. She didn't call him obnoxious.
Bill came up, and as the night went on, Morgan and Bill were constantly behind you, smoking and joking, occasionally at your expense. Now they were best buds, you thought. You tracked them all night, and nothing crazy was said or done. Bill seemed more reserved on these "get to know Bill" nights he had with Morgan. It was actually your idea, and this was the third night. She barely spoke to you, as her and Bill went drink for drink, and smoke for smoke. You made sure nothing crazy was happening, and found yourself wondering why it wasn't. Had you set this up to test them?
The night dragged on, and Bill got *****. He then started in on Morgan, which pushed her back to you. He groped, and she politely pushed him away. He danced his "jig" and she joked and joined, but wouldn't let him "grind" on her as he wanted. Soon it was just the thee of you, and you went back to your apartment.
Bill was passed out on the couch, and Morgan changed into her turquoise top, and red sport shorts. They were loose, but she looked cute, as she put her hair back with a plastic band. She had no shoes or socks on, and the two of you joked in the kitchen and had more drinks. You mainly joked about Bill, and asked what he said. Morgan held out her hand. "The usual," she laughed, holding her thumb out. "He catches up, and asks how work is," she held out her index finger, "he then says I'm beautiful after five drinks." She held out her middle finger, "after ten drinks he tells me he wants to fuck me," she then held out her last two fingers. "Then he gets gropey Mcgroperson," It actually made you laugh. She yawned, and said she was going to bed.
You wanted another beer. You sat in the kitchen drinking. You heard Morgan in the den, moving, as the floor creaked. She had gone upstairs and gotten a blanket, which she was laying on Bill. That's when it happened, like a lighting flash, but something you'd never forget. Bill's eyes were closed, and his hand snaked up her sexy little legs, and under her shorts, you could see his hand cup a cheek. Morgan's eyes went wider than you've ever seen them. A moment later her mouth opened, and she had to look of abject shock as she twisted her head around the room to see if anyone saw what happened. Content no one did, she pushed his hand down and walked back towards the stairs to your room. Without a word, or without a sentence.
You watched Bill put his hands to his nose, eyes closed. A smile crept on his face, and you swear he was snoring. There was something on the edge of his fingers, glistening and glowing in the dim light. You walked past, and then went up the stairs. Morgan was passed out on the bed, legs sort of spread. That's when you noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was clear as day and surprisingly looked loose and open. Your heart stopped seeing the same glistening slick juices that coated Bill's finger.
You paced the hall outside your room. Your cock, defying your mind, stood at attention. You had literally just witnessed a monumentous event. Bill had fingered your girlfriend. Momentarily, and lasting only seconds, but it had happened. For hours you played the scene over and over. Her open eyes, the open mouth, then the look around the room.
Bill had long ago told you about the "dipstick challenge". When you shove your hand up a girl's skirt, or down her pants, and see what she does. If she punches you, or tells someone, she "fails". If she does nothing, the test is "passed", and your free to continue on your quest to fuck her. Bill always said once a girl "passes" the "dipstick challenge", he almost always has a 100% success rate on fucking her. You'd witnessed it with Kaitlin H and others in high-school. You had just witnessed you girlfriend "pass the dipstick challenge".
You were angry, and confused. But as the days past, and she said nothing, you did nothing. Bill had not even mentioned it occurred. It seemed only Morgan and you knew. He was pretty ***** and often blacked out. That scene played out time and again in your head as you masturbated. It became a shameful thing, as it was the ONLY thing you masturbated to.
Weeks past, and you finally had a chance to see how it would play out. You were scared and anxious. When you told Morgan that Bill was coming up, she just shrugged. "Whatever." She said, and muttered something about her friends coming out. Later, when Bill arrived, you watched them from your seat, as they shared the couch. They didn't converse much, until Bill turned on "Keeping up with the Kardashians", and commented about something from the week before. Morgan playfully hit him, and said she "knew" he watched. From that moment, you weren't there, as they chatted back and forth. You asked where her friends were, and Morgan said they weren't coming.
You wanted to see this all play-out, so you just kind of followed as it was time to leave.
The three of you left your apartment, and walked down the street. You had on a collared shirt and some nice slacks. Bill had on a black shirt and jeans. Neither of you looked as good or as mature as Morgan. She even stood a little taller than Bill in the heels. She came up to about the same size as you. It was odd looking at a teenager, and realizing with some clothes and make-up she could look ten years older than the both of you.
You arrived at the bar, and were happy not too many people were there. You sat at a table in the back, and Morgan sat across from you. Bill was standing and offered to get a pitcher. Morgan said she'd want a vodka tonic, she wasn't into drinking beer. Bill called her classy, and Morgan laughed, saying girls like her don't drink beer to often. Bill sat next to Morgan.
“How many vodka tonics does it take to get a girl like you in the sack,” Bill said, in an inappropriate outburst. It wasn't anything new, so you let it slide. Just Bill being Bill.
“It takes a lot more than vodka tonics mister,” she said sipping her drink. The comment wasn't an invitation, and it wasn't even overly surprising. Morgan was flirtatious with everyone, and had a bubbly personality where she rolled with even the dirties and most obnoxious punches. Quite frankly, she was a fun girl.
A waitress came up, and asked if you needed any drinks. You ordered a pitcher and a round of tequila shots, as well as a vodka tonic. The waitress was short, sort of round, but had huge boobs. Bill noticed as well as you did. When she left he raised his brows towards you, “She almost has as good as tits as you know who....”
He was referring to his ex-girlfriend from high-school, really his only girlfriend. The only girl he ever introduced to his parents, or fucked for more than a few times. For a guy who got laid, he only did have one real girlfriend, who he STILL talked about.
“Not this again,” Morgan rolled her eyes. “All you guys ever talk about is this blonde girl with the tits...what's her name.” You corrected Morgan with the right name. She shrugged. “She's fat, I've seen pictures guys.”
Bill jumped in. “She wasn't fat in high-school.”
Morgan looked over. “She was chunky Bill. She just had big tits.” She held her hands out. “And aren't you a leg guy!” She ran her hands like Vanna White over her legs, which were crossed towards him. “I thought you were obsessed with THE GIRLS!” She laughed. This still wasn't weird, just Morgan being flirtatious and open and extroverted.
Bill looked down at her legs. “Oh I am,” he had a creepy look on his face. He constantly told you, Morgan and everyone he was a “leg” man, which translated into him constantly telling Morgan she had the best legs in the world. The reality was, she kind of did, at least among the girls you knew. In fact, you admitted to Morgan you were a “leg” man as well. There was nothing better to you that long slender and toned legs. You constantly told her, and asked her for pics while at work or away from home. Which she did oblige, more than anything, she was willing to send pics to “help” you, even if she didn't love the idea of guys “jerking off”.
Morgan then brought it up, “So is this guy,” she pointed to you. “Straight pfffffft” and she made a jerk off motion with her hands and weird sound with her mouth. “I don't know why guys do it!” She added.
“I don't,” Bill said. “If you have to do that, it means you can't get laid.”
Morgan nodded. “EXACTLY!” She held her hands out to signify confusion. “Why jerk off, if you have a girl or CAN get laid. It means she isn't doing right by you.” She didn't even pick up on her own words, as she just accused you of “jerking off”. “It's childish, and if you had a girlfriend, or could get laid, why would you do it.”
Bill agreed with her, claiming he never jerked off. Morgan then told Bill to “have a talk” with you then. Which was embarrassing.
“I'd love to get between those legs,” he said still leering.
You finally had a little too much of his words. “Ok Bill, that'll do,” you said annoyed.
Morgan waved you off. “It's fine. I hear it all the time.” She sipped her drink and looked around the bar, seeming to be disinterested. “If you got between these legs Bill, you'd lose it. Trust me. You'd become an addict.” She sipped her drink. “Some guys are so into what's between them, they sniff my panties.” She gave you a small glance and a quick coy smile.
Bill just laughed. “I think I'd be alright, I'd make you cream all over my cock.” He said, not looking your way. You were mad, but Morgan again jumped in first.
Morgan rolled her eyes and breathed hard. “There you go again.” She got up and went to the bar to get a round herself, she brought a pitcher back and a glass of whiskey. “A Maker's on the rocks for my sweetie,” she kissed you. “I know what you like.” She sure did, and it helped to ease the tension as you drank it down.
The night went on, and you had more drinks. You and Bill played darts, and Golden Tee. Morgan joined in, and played with both you and Bill. Though you were adding up her actions and words, nothing was too crazy or out of the ordinary.
At one point, when Bill thought Morgan was out of ear shot at the bar, he made a comment about how she has a “face for cum”. He asked if you came on her face.
Morgan was right behind him. “Thanks I guess jerk,” she elbowed him and put the drinks down. “Gross.” She then said something that she had said before. “If a guy gets to cum on my face, he's special.” Unfortunately, she hadn’t let you do that yet. She said it was disrespectful.
“How does one becomes “special”,” Bill asked.
“For starters,” she said walking to the bathroom. “Buy me better tequila. Not well tequila. If you're going to date ME Bill you have to buy nice things.” It was a harmless sentence, but it was still odd, and you added it. You felt that jealousy you didn't want to admit when Bill was around, and the nagging sensation of an unwanted and unexpected erection.
She came back, and the waitress brought a shot of the most expensive tequila. Morgan laughed and took the shot. “Why don't you just find some slut to fuck Bill,” she said, finally blowing him off.
“Help me out,” Bill asked.
You spent the next twenty minutes trying to pick a girl out for Bill with Morgan. Your choices were rebuffed by Morgan. She said too fat, or too trashy. Bill had sex with many fat girls you reminded her, and you laughed. Bill didn't find it funny.
Eventually, Morgan saw a sort of friend from school. A girl names Sarah, who was very skinny and short with blonde hair. She got her to come over. She had zits, but she was sort of cute, even if a little sharp with her features. Really skinny, almost too skinny. She sat and drank with you. She actually sat next to Bill. Morgan sat with you, but was across from Bill the whole time. She seemed eager to talk Bill up for her friend. Normally she shut Bill down with her friends.
You noticed a girl, one you both knew as Fat Stacy, one who had sucked Bill's cock. She was eying your table, but didn't come over.
“Who is that fatty,” a drunker Morgan laughed.
You blurted it out, “Bill gets his cock sucked by her.” You sipped your beer with a smile.
Sarah made a wincing face. Morgan actually shrugged. “Eh, she does have tits, and a decent face even if its plastered with make-up. She probably gives good head because....”
In unison Bill and Morgan said “she has to”. This made them both laugh. It was odd to here Morgan talk overtly sexually, but she did it when she was drunker than usual.
Bill shook his head. “Nah, she doesn't finish me off when she blows me. I have to pull out and finish myself.”
Morgan jumped forward and grabbed Bill's hand. “OH MY GOD! NEVER TALK TO HER AGAIN!” Sarah and you looked at Morgan. She didn't stop her diatribe. “If she makes you pull out and jerk off, fuck her. That sucks. Same for sex. If some girl makes you pull out and finish by jerking yourself off get rid of her. The least you can do is help them fully enjoy their orgasm.”
Bill held his hands out. “THAT'S WHAT I SAY!” And it truly was. He said it often. You hadn't really talked to Morgan about it, and tried to remember the last time you had sex. It was with a condom, so you finished in the condom.
Bill leered again at Morgan. “So you're saying you'd finish me off if you gave me a blowjob?”
Morgan laughed and put her head down. “Ughhh...this again.” She looked up, once again sipping her drink disinterested. “Listen Bill, you couldn't handle my blowjobs. They're so good they're painful.” She sipped her drink looking down, “ask anyone”, she added. For some reason it made you feel awkward, as you couldn't remember the last time she blew you. Had it been so long. She had only really given you three blowjobs. One early on, and one on your birthday. The third was more of a “half” blowjob as she just sucked you a minute in the shower. You counted it, but she joked it wasn't a blowjob. She continued her rant. “Stick with fatties.” She turned to Sarah. “No offense.”
“I think I give good head,” Sarah blurted out with a look of feigned shock.
Morgan flipped her thumb at Sarah. “You got a winner here Bill!” This made everyone laugh.
“You guys are nutty,” Sarah laughed, “I kind of like it!”
Morgan made a comment about how she had no idea. The conversation, thanks to Bill commenting on how Sarah was “hot” turned raunchy quick. Morgan kept up, which wasn't out of ordinary, just still, things were adding up in your paranoid head.
“What's your favorite position,” she shot a glance at Bill.
Again, in unison, Morgan and Bill both said “doggystlyle,” Sarah chuckled and Morgan nodded in approval at Bill. “At least we have ONE thing in common,” Morgan added. Your heart began to pound when she said they had something in “common”, which you never thought she'd say. You hoped she never would. How many things DID they have in common?
This became a point of commonality more than you wanted, as Morgan began to explain, if your going to do it doggystyle, you might as pull some hair and smack an ass cheek or two. To which Bill responded, “THAT'S WHAT I'VE SAID FOR YEARS!” In his defense, he was being honest.
“So we'd do it doggystyle, if we dated?” Bill muttered with a sly look and low eyes almost lecherous in intent.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him.
Morgan shooed you. “He's harmless.” She then sipped her straw and looked low herself, “but yeah, it would be doggy in the morning, afternoon and night!” This made everyone laugh except for you.
You were getting annoyed by the advances once again, even if Morgan was flicking them off her shoulder metaphorically. She seemed to sense your anger. She sighed, “Listen, I think I kind of get Bill.” She turned to Sarah, “he's one of those guys that has all of his aggression, anger, temper, emotions,” she made a circle over the table where Bill's crotch would be, “right here.”
Sarah agreed, “I know a lot of guys in school like that. Too much testosterone, they need to get it out.”
“Exactly,” Morgan pointed to Sarah as if acknowledging her point. “Guys like Bill need a girl who will make sure he has nothing left,” she circled his table covered crotch, “down here.”
“You want to help me with that,” Bill commented. You actually laughed at his quickness of wit.
“See,” Morgan said, “if his “testosterone” was gone, he wouldn't make those comments.” She nodded to herself. “I bet that's why you cheat on my friends too.”
“I never dated your friends,” Bill reminded her. You chimed in your own agreement. He just fucked them.
“Ok,” Morgan nodded, “but I get it, you need a girl that basically...” she shrugged, “milks you!”
Sarah and Bill laughed. Bill added a comment, “Want to milk me?”
Morgan laughed heavily, as she sipped her straw. “Oh hon,” she patted his hands. “If we dated you'd never have a drop down there. You wouldn't even look at another girl.” She turned to you and rubbed your head, “I make my men happy. Don't I babe!” You nodded, but you couldn't recall the last time she “milked” you. Again, you realized you were both busy now with school and work.
Bill's eyes went low, still trying to pick at Morgan's comments, “So you'd milk me everyday?”
Morgan sort of seductively sipped her straw. “Everyday!” She rubbed your shoulder. “But you don't date me do you.”
“Doggystyle?” Bill asked.
Morgan pulled her hand back. “Of course,” she commented, “what else would we do, I mean I'd throw a bunch of BJs in there, but mainly doggy.”
“I think I only want to date you,” Bill said to Morgan, he then winked at you and started slapping your back as if making it a joke.
“Wait,” Sarah stopped, “I'm confused,” she pointed to you, “so you date...HIM!” You seconded her statement of confusion in your mind. Morgan nodded. “I just thought you were single.” This created a momentary awkward silence.
“SMOKE?” Morgan broke the silence and you all went outside. The four of you went outside, and Bill and Sarah moved off to talk. Morgan watched. “You think he'll fuck her?”
“Maybe,” you shrugged unsure, even though it looked good. Morgan thought he needed help and went over. You stood by yourself, as Bill talked to the two girls. He then came to get you to buy shots. You watched from the bar as Morgan and Sarah talked. Morgan held out her two index fingers at one point and Sarah gasped. She pointed at Morgan, and your girlfriend laughed shaking her head. What were they talking about?
You brought shots, while Bill was in the bathroom. Sarah had a weird look on her face. Morgan waved her off nonchalantly. “I just mean if you're going to come home with him.” She shook her head. “Don't get me wrong, you don't have too.” It was clear Morgan was ***** and saying dumb things.
Sarah's eyes went wide. “I'm gonna head out, if that's OK,” she seemed annoyed band and excused herself.
“I screwed that up.” Morgan said. You asked how, and she explained that she told Sarah be prepared to take it in the ass, because its what Bill likes. She just blurted it out. Sarah had no intention at that point of going home with him, Morgan said, and she may have jumped the gun.
Bill came back.
“I think I BLEW that one Bill,” Morgan made a joke with a pretend dick in her hand. “It's fine,” she looked at Sarah over across the street. “She has yoga pants on. Don't wear yoga pants if you don't have an ass.”
Bill, seemingly not caring about Sarah, took this opportunity to hit on your girlfriend again. “You filled out your yoga pants nicely today!” He had this lecherous way when he said those things.
Morgan sipped her drink looking around the bar. “Nice try Bill but I don't have an ass.” It was something she was always self conscious about, even if she did have a little butt on her. The three of you went back to your seat.
“I think its perfect,” Bill added. You were about to say something.
“Well,” Morgan cut in first, “when we date you can buy me a bunch of yoga pants.” Now this statement raised your ears, and embarrassingly your cock. She had really never said something like that, but still, her personality, it wasn't too weird for her. You'd heard her say strange flirty things, just never with Bill. She put her hands up and looked at you. “Just a joke. Don't lose your top.”
Another round of drinks came around, and this time Morgan told Bill to get her a beer with a “fuck it, why not”. Morgan was pointing out potential suitors for Bill. A short blonde with wide hips, in a green dress came in.
“What about her” Bill said his eyes roaming the short girls body.
“What is it with you and fatties!” Morgan rolled her eyes. “Girls like that shouldn't be in dresses like that.” She was being bitchy, as she often did when she was *****.
Bill chuckled. “They're easy.” He looked Morgan up and down. “I bet you'd look amazing in that dress.”
Another sigh and another disinterested turn of the head from Morgan, followed by, “well, when we date you can but me nice dresses.” She said it again, and it was odd, but still playful. Should you even add these things up. Was it just because it was Bill? Were you scared? Why were you hard?
“I'm just saying, you'd look amazing with those legs in the air, dress hiked up!” Bill was ***** too. It got on your nerves.
“Ok dude, calm down!” You gave him an angered look.
“I can defend myself,” Morgan patted your hand. She turned to Bill. “I'm not some slut that is going to get on her hands and knees for you Bill without something in return. I'm not one of your little tramps that will suck you off whenever you want unless I get something out of it!” She picked up her beer and drank a big gulp. It surprised you. “If you wanted to date me, you'd have to first,” she held her hand out in a fist, “get a good job,” her thumb came out, “pamper me a little, I mean I'm not materialistic, but come on,” her index finger came out. As she went on another rant you were shocked at how your girlfriend was laying out what it would take for Bill to date not just anyone...but her. She mentioned opening doors, treating her with respect, not fucking her friends, the list went on and on. “You live at home dude,” she added, running out of finger. “And how about a better car,” she said mentioning his shitty 90s Buick. “What are we going to fuck in that car?”
She then pointed right at him and had an angry look. “What about living at your parents house! Who does that at your age!” She readjusted her fingers to add another. “Like, I told you I'd never fuck you at your parents WAY back, like the first time we met.” She looked at you. “I even gave him a chance and said get an apartment,” she added looking back at Bill. Wait, you thought, was that really a chance, all the way back then? “But you never did.” She chuckled. “You think I wanna be banging next to your parents room every-night.” This made you laugh and Bill looked at you angrily.
She caught herself finally, “I mean that's what you'd have to do to date a girl like me.” She then went right back to speaking specifically about herself. “Like, I'd at least need to see you bring a girl around like a normal adult who can have a real relationship. You've never even brought a girl up to meet us.” She turned her head away, scanning the bar. “There would have to be some REAL changes for you to date me....I mean....a girl like me. Girls like me don't date losers dude.” She got up to go the bathroom.
“I can do those things,” Bill said sitting straight up, in an almost mocking manner. “So if I can show you some growth you'll....”
Morgan put her head on the table. “Ugghhhh....stop....I'll tell you what. If you bring a girl up, and act like your somewhat serious with the girl, and not totally obnoxious......”
Bill jumped up. “Go on a date with me?”
She looked at you. “No...no....no...” Morgan's head was swaying. “You don't want me Bill.”
Your friend laughed. “Why wouldn't I, you're hot!”
Your girlfriends mouth opened, “Tuhhhhhh, because all we'd do is FUCK, Bill. All day. Everyday.” Her words were shocking, and yet made you hard. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” She slammed the table each time she said it, and people looked over. “Fuck in the morning, fuck in the afternoon, fuck at night. We'd never have much of a life. I know it.”
Your buddy was shocked too, he looked over at you. You didn't know what to say. He just laughed. “Sounds like we'd have a great sex life.”
“Well, yeah of course,” Morgan shrugged, to your shock. “But that can't be all the relationship is about.”
Bill joked. “Sounds good to me.”
“Of course it does to you! What's in it for me?” She brushed him off with her hand. “I'd just be your whore right?”
“You could be whatever you wanted!” He winked at me. Always an ass.
“What? Its true isn't it?” She added looking to me and then to Bill. “I'd just become one of your sluts, sucking you off, getting cum on my face, on my back, in my ass.” She just kept ***** talking. It was incredible to hear. So out of character. Morgan's head went down. “That's what you'd want I know it.” She laughed. “That's too much work.” She was now laughing uncontrollably. “If I'm going to do all that you better have a good cock and be able to fuck!” Her words were so naughty, and now it was getting nuts. “If we are going to have a relationship based on sex it better be good sex.”
“I got a decent cock, and I can fuck, we can go in the back alley” Bill leaned back with some sense of pride. “It would be great sex.”
Morgan chuffed, “Right, I've heard,” she rolled her eyes. “And public sex is for whore.” She added annoyed. Bill inquired what she heard about, but she changed the subject. She made her hand turn as she spoke, “Like, would we do other things? Go out to dinner, to shows, to movies. There has to be more than sex.”
“Why?” Bill laughed slapping your back somewhat hard.
She was sighing again, rolling eyes and shaking her head all at once. “See, all we'd do is fuck.” She looked across the bar. “One ***** night and BAM! I'm pregnant.” She chuckled a little. Her words were just playing, but the mental image was there. Of a pregnant Morgan, Bill rubbing her belly, with his kid inside, winking at you. You gasped, as a bit of cum sprayed in your pants, and you looked down, trying to see if it was noticeable.
“Use birth control.” Bill asked.
But you knew she wouldn't she never did. She explained it makes her crazy. “And you don't use condoms”, she fake laughed. Bill nodded with a smile. Morgan sipped the rest of her drink, and ordered another. “At least I'd have those big tits you like!” She started giggling, and hiccuped.
“Yeah you would,” Bill's eyes went to her chest. You thought about how hot she'd be with bigger tits.
Morgan pointed at him with a stern look. “You get me pregnant mister. You marry me. Got it!” She continued the strange joke. “Same goes for you,” she threw her thumb at you, but didn't even look your way.
“Of course,” your buddy added and winked over at you.
Morgan looked even more sternly right at Bill, with a seriousness to her manner. “I MEAN IT!”
“I would marry you,” Bill was taken aback by her words, and moved his mouth in a comedic way. You were even more floored. Your girlfriend seemed so serious in telling your asshole friend, they would fuck so much she'd get pregnant and that he was OBLIGATED to marry her. It was strange and so incredibly erotic at once.
Bill laughed, “I'd take you to Vegas.”
This strange drunken conversation about sex, pregnancy and marriage between your obnoxious buddy and your girlfriend kept going. You were about to stop it, but her ears perked up at Bill's statement. “OH MY GOD! With Elvis and shit!”
“Yeah,” your friend smiled. “At one of those shitty drive up places.”
“Can we at least get a nice honeymoon suite?” Morgan inquired.
Bill nodded, “Yeah at one of those motels.”
Morgan waved him off. “No way. Like I said, nice things Bill. Those places have rats and bed bugs and shit...it'd have to be a nice hotel.”
Bill pointed to you. “Best man here has to pay.” This made them both die laughing, and you chuckled to make it seem you were fine, even though it was all so surreal.
“Awww,” Morgan rubbed your shoulder. “That's so sweet of you to do for us. You're such a sweetie.”
You hadn't said much, and Bill finally nudged you. “What's wrong buddy!”
Morgan laughed, “Uh...we just laid out how we're going to fuck a bunch and I'm going to get pregnant and marry you.” She hit the money, so to speak. “He's probably pissed. It's just ***** talk,” she reassured you rubbing your arm. She got up to use the bathroom and almost stumbled. You tried to help but she said she's fine. She then added, “next rounds on the best man.” Which made you actually laugh with them.
You went to bar, and saw Morgan come back and sit down. You wondered what they were discussing, and when you came back with drinks, it was still the same topic. “No way, it has to be a nice hotel. At least the Flamingo!”
You sat down, and handed them there drinks.
She was slurring speech now. You moved to hold her shoulder. She stopped you. “I'm fine. Just *****. I shouldn't say these things. I don't know. I'll help you get laid?”
Initially intrigued, Bill was a little annoyed. “How would that work? Would it be one of your friends? A hot one?”
Morgan shook her head around. “Yes. I don't know. It will be someone I know. I'll set you up. Help you out. She'll be hot.” She was sighing heavily. “I will put that girl on your dick, get her to marry you, and get her to let you knock her up. How does that sound? A real relationship, with a hot girl, and not obsessed with an ex or someone you can't have?”
Bill nodded. “Ok, but she has to have legs like yours then, and suck cock like you!”
Morgan laughed. “No one has legs like me Bill, and no one can suck cock like me.” Morgan said in a moment of confident clarity. But I'll try to figure something out!” You watched them shake, and it made you feel better, now she was going to get some other girl to date him. “I'll find a girl dude, a hot one, trust me, one you'll marry. I'll fucking be at the wedding myself.” She laughed.
Bill got up to use the bathroom and get more drinks. “Ugh,” Morgan said her head low, almost on the table. “I shouldn't talk about dating him and sucking his cock.” She rolled her hand around mockingly, “he's just going to jerk off to me more.”
“He doesn't do that remember?” You referred to how Bill just said he never jerked off.
Morgan laughed. “He does to me dude, he tells me all the time when you're not around. Like five minutes ago, when you were at the bar.” She chuffed. It made you mad. “He says “just” to me, as if that would impress me.” She took a deep breath. “I should have let Hillary come out.”
“I thought they were busy.” You added.
Morgan shook her head. “I never called them. I don't want either one coming out and getting all gross with him and fucking and shit.” It was surprising she didn't call them. Strange even. Morgan was *****. Too *****. She was swaying now. You basically had to carry her out. It was time to go.
Bill handed her a cigarette when you left the bar. She was stumbling. And you tried to stop her, but she pushed you away. “It's fine. I'm fine. Best man,” She repeated with a sly grin. The two of them laughed.
Your buddy kept bringing up the bet, as Morgan struggled to walk with you home. “So you'll get me a hot girl!”
Morgan nodded, taking a drag. “I'll get you a hot girl!”
“Will she look like you,” Bill asked. “I want her to look like you.”
Morgan pushed him. “Will you stop.” Her head was low and she was swaying. “Fine, I'll get you a girl that LOOKS like me. My twin. Hotter even.”
Bill kept going. “She has to be ready to milk me!”
“Ha!” Morgan actually laughed now. “Of course.”
“And like doggy and anal and Bjs”, Bill continued, “Just like you.”
Morgan snapped her fingers. “Oh...so close, you had me until anal. I don't do anal.” She really never did.
“Someday,” you swear you heard Bill mutter. Morgan asked what he said, but he was *****. Bill wasn't done, even as Morgan got annoyed. “Promise!”
Morgan nodded, “Yes. Yes. Just stop hitting on me. I'll find you a girl who looks like me, sucks cock like me, and fucks like me. Ok!”
Bill laughed. “She has to be slutty too...just a little!”
“You're such an ass,” Morgan pushed him again. “I'll find you a hot slut. One that looks like me. Are you happy?”
Bill answered “Yeah”.
Morgan muttered that if she followed through, then he'd have to treat her with respect.
You finally got home, and walked Morgan up to bed. She pulled off her jeans, and you saw her cut turquoise panties, her amazing legs, and little ass. She rolled into bed, and you wanted to touch her, but she pulled the covers over her body. “Just don't let him get my legs. Ok best man”. It was odd to hear the joke without Bill.
“What?” You asked confused.
Morgan smashed her head in the pillow. “DON'T LET HIM GET A HOLD OF MY LEGS! OR ITS OVER!” She said and all but passed out.
“Ohhhhk....” you said mirroring the way she had been talking. You didn't know what she meant at all.
You got downstairs. Bill was smiling drinking his beer. He looked happier than a pig in shit. You didn't get why, but guessed it was because Morgan was going to help him find a good girl to have a relationship.
Sorry for the lengthy non-sex chapter. It was written ages ago. The next chapter is the "sequel" to the main story (again read my profile to find it). It's about the "aftermath".
Nothing much happened that night, you were almost eager to see more interplay. Unfortunately, a bunch of Morgan's friends and your friends ended up coming out that night, despite you trying to avoid that very thing. Instead, you were pulled in numerous directions, and so was Morgan. Bill got tired of trying to catch up to you, or more likely Morgan, and eventually disappeared. You watched to see if Morgan picked up her phone at all, which she did numerous times. You were actually quite eager to see if Bill had continued to send "dick pics". Forgoing sex with Morgan you waited until she passed out on the couch at your apartment, and went through her phone. Just conversations with ****** and friends. Her messenger still had Bill blocked. Part of you was relieved, but you were shocked at the part of you that was disappointed.
You began to seriously track their encounters, tallying up conversations and incidents you once thought meaningless and harmless.
One night a few days later, you were out with Morgan, Hillary and Melonie. Her two friends were constantly on their phones. Hillary would laugh, and Melonie seemed annoyed. She looked at you, "Why is your asshole friend obsessed with that wedding?" Melonie asked finally. She admitted that Bill was bugging her for pics from that wedding.
Hillary laughed, "He already said it, he wants spank pics," she was playing with her phone. "It's the dresses and make-up." Melonie had sucked Bill's cock, and Hillary was kind of dating Bill. At least in her head, since he only fucked her in the ass. They had a little rivalry.
Morgan seemed agitated. "Don't send him pics of that!"
Melonie said she wasn't, but Hillary gave Morgan a bitchy glance, "Why do you care?" Her shorter pudgy friend hrrumphed, and continued to flip through her phone.
Eventually, you found yourself alone with Morgan, outside, smoking a cigarette. She reiterated that they "shouldn't send pics of that day."
Morgan took a long sexy drag off her smoke. "He only wants to see me in that tight dress," she said it with such confidence. "He's probably going to use them to spank it," she made a mocking jerk off motion.
"You seem pretty sure of yourself," you tested her.
She gave you a look as if to say "are you serious" with her eyes wide and head cocked to the side. "You know he doesn't want to fuck them right?"
You were confused, "Sure he does, he fucks Hillary!"
Your girlfriend let out a hearty laugh, "Only in the ASS dude!" She puffed her cigarette and pulled her phone out. She showed you the pics from the wedding. "Be honest, you think he wants pics of THESE TWO!" She opened the one of them *****. She must be ***** herself, but something about that utter certainty at her own hotness had your cock twitching. You hadn't seen this type of confidence in her, and it was attractive. She only had three inch heels on, but she suddenly seemed a foot taller than you as she spoke with a smile. "They keep fighting over that asshole, and he doesn't even like them."
You shrugged your shoulders. "Sounds like he enjoys their company." You pointed to your pocket, "He sure as shit brags about fucking Hillary's ass and Melonie's tits," you realized you were letting her know a little too much "guy" stuff. "Not to be a jerk."
Morgan took a long drag on her smoke, and then another. She just stared at you. Almost sizing you up, she kept smoking in the quite. She craned her neck to the side, and took a long haul, she smiled seductively. "You know your friends wants to fuck me right?" She spoke holding her breath, and it made her words strained. She let the powerful statement linger keeping smoke in her lungs.
You stammered with your words. "Wha....huh?" You didn't know what to say, since it was laid out there. Sure, Bill had said it, you'd joked to her, but the way she said it, with such a truth to it, daring you to respond.
Morgan repeated her statement. "Your friend wants to FUCK me," she emphasized the word fuck, speaking as smoke rolled out of her mouth and nose it went right into your face. It was almost disrespectful. Almost something BILL would do. Something he had done, numerous times, to try and dominate you. Or so you told yourself. You'd stood your ground, and you did again. This time it was Morgan who was exerting dominance in a way. A feminine way. Yet, it was so sensual, so seductive, so sexy of a look, that a boner grew in your pants.
Here you were, standing with your own girlfriend, and somehow you felt so small, so young. As she stared at you waiting for a response, she seemed ten years more mature, and somehow imposing to you. Your face went red. Her brows went up, telling you she was waiting for an answer. It didn't help to have an erection moving in your trousers. "Yeah, I know," you said finally.
Morgan took a drag, and turned her head to the other side, now testing you. "Do you," she stated blowing smoke out of the side of her mouth right into your face once again. There is was again.Two words, and a simple act, yet, something so dismissive. As if you couldn't understand body language, all the conversations they had, the innuendos, and basically, the general idea of sexual tension between a man and a woman. It was almost as if she was dismissing you entirely, as if you didn't understand sex itself, or girls for that matter. You felt so small and childish. Still your cock raged in your pants.
You were saved by Hillary coming outside and asking about shots. This made Morgan smile, and she left you there to ponder. You didn't go back inside for a minute, letting it linger between you two. You didn't bring it up, and weren't even sure how to. The night went on, and life went on as if it never happened.
A few weeks later, you drove to Bill's parents for his Memorial Day cookout. There was anxiety inside of you, not because you had some sort of social phobias, but because sitting in the passenger's seat was your girlfriend. She had met his parents several times before, but now things seemed different. She hadn't fought to go this time, hadn't argued and complained "Bill was an obnoxious asshole". In fact, she hadn't stated that in a while. You pulled up to the small house, and saw all the cars. Morgan had a bag containing wine, and some brownies she made. Let's get this over with, you told yourself. You were apprehensive, but Morgan was not. You watched her almost glow, in her shiny white floral patterned sun dress, with silver strap heels that you loved. It was a conservative dress, and was loose, but she looked great, with her dark raven hair in a single long ponytail. She approached the door faster than you could, and was greeted by Bill's mom. The woman was short, fat and quite mean, but she seemed to light up seeing Morgan. She had that affect. The life of the party always.
Bill's mom greeted you quickly, and took your coats and the bag of wine, but you watched her pull Morgan through the house to the den, where the ****** was. The party was already in full swing. You watched Bill's *** come up behind you, and pat you on the back. He was staring at Morgan and adjusting his crotch. You saw Morgan be introduced to the crowd, one of Bill's brother's wives made a comment how she remembered Morgan as being "sassy" which made your girlfriend smile widely. Adrunk Bill came from the hall to his room. He went right to her. Something you'd never thought you'd see occurred, as Morgan embraced then guy she called a "***** idiot" on a regular basis. She hugged him, and actually kissed his cheek. There was nothing odd about this, except now you took tally of everything. It was an everyday greeting, just not one Morgan had ever done with Bill. He held her waist momentarily, and the image burned in your head, and your cock twitched. From a room away, you saw him introduce Morgan to ****** and ****** friends, arm around her waist. It looked like he was introducing his own girlfriend. It was a fleeting moment, but one you wouldn't forget as you stood silently in the next room.
It wasn't that she ignored you that day. She kept coming over and talking to you, as you chatted with Bill's brothers, cousins, and guests. She'd ask what you wanted to drink, and get you a beer. Yet, she seemed entrenched with Bill's mom, and his brother's wives, and the other women. She helped set the table, prepare the food, get drinks for everyone. It wasn't odd, it was her personality. The life of the party, the social butterfly.
It was how you watched the other guys, Bill's ***, his brothers, and ******, stare at her like a piece of meat. A glance at Morgan, would almost inevitably result in an adjusted crotch, by whatever man looked in her direction. It gave you pride, but something about it felt odd as well, like you were an outsider with your own girlfriend.
The "ladies" were out drinking margaritas on the back deck. You stood within ear shot, talking to one of the neighbors you'd known for years. You were intently listening to the "ladies" though, trying to nod your head when the old neighbor made a comment about this dog or that one.
"Oh my god," Bill's mom uncharacteristically said in a glowing way laughing fully, "I love you, can you just date my son!" The words shocked you, and upset you, as you'd known his mom for ages.
Morgan answered with a quip, "He's trying," which made all the "ladies" laugh. It was an odd response, and one you didn't expect. It wasn't out of the ordinary, but you'd have liked her to at least mention you.
You walked around, trying to note when Bill and Morgan talked, which didn't happen too often. He again introduced her to a group, but that was pretty much it. Which shocked you, as Bill stared intently at her.
You caught him talking with his old man. "You fucking that," his tall elderly father sipped his beer. More words that angered you, and you thought about commenting, but you were in his home.
Bill's turn to quip. "I'm trying." It was as if they rehearsed the strange dance.
A half hour later, you again moved close to the "ladies". This time, you hadn't heard what was said to her, but Morgan retorted. "If you teach him how to make these cookies, you got a deal," she laughed, and the "ladies" all laughed.
You got roped into smoking a cigar, which you tried to do quickly. Bill wasn't near Morgan, and it made you feel less anxious. Or was it a disappointment that they weren't interacting? Was this anxiety or excitement that had built up in the past few hours. You moved back to the "ladies" area and smoked a cigarette by yourself.
Bill's aunt was speaking. "OH MY GOD! You should let him take you to the Ale House down the street!" She grabbed Morgan's shoulder. "My husband's niece works there, she'll hook you up." You wondered why his aunt was giving Morgan tips on where to go with you, but it wasn't out of the ordinary.
Morgan looked apprehensive now. "I'm not sure we can afford that."
Bill's mom chimed in. "I'd pay for the whole thing!" Why would she pay for your date with Morgan. That was weird.
"Does he even have nice clothes? Isn't it a fancy place," Morgan sipped her drink. You did have nice clothes. She knew that. Weird.
His mom chuckled. "Somewhere in that room of his, Bill has some nice clothes." She laughed, and the "ladies" laughed. She was talking about Bill dating Morgan. Your heart beat, and your cock shot up momentarily. What was that? You thought looking down at your jeans, happy it went back down.
Morgan answered, "That room is a shithole." She was giggling with the "ladies". "I'd have to overhaul the whole thing," she waved her hands. "That's were I'd have to start." It was weird to hear her play this game, but you knew Morgan. Always polite, and she rolled with the punches. However weird.
Bill's Mom put her hand on Morgan's shoulder. "PLEASE DO!" She added.
The "ladies" were dying laughing. Bill's brother's wife was eyeing Morgan. "You are too much. We need to hang out." You watched them exchange numbers on their phone. It was so strange. So surreal.
Time passed, and it was growing dark. You and Morgan had plans later with other friends, and you were eager to make an exit. Morgan explained she'd need to say goodbye. You followed her back to the "ladies", staying away, allowing them to conclude their talk.
Bill's mother stopped her and hugged her. "Just marry my son already please!"
Morgan stood back, and with no awkwardness in her movements, she held out her hands to say "stop". "Wait, now we're engaged? We haven't even gone on our first date to the Ale House yet?" Morgan looked at the "ladies" as they all laughed. They hugged her, and Morgan exchanged more numbers.
You anxiously said goodbye to Bill, and watched Morgan hug him again, Bill held it a little longer than before. Morgan said "oohkkk," and pushed off. She politely shook the hands his ****** and friends as you both said goodbye.
The whole event wasn't that odd, but you thought about it. That night, after Morgan went home, you got on your computer and looked up porn to masturbate to. As you did, the image of Morgan and Bill, embracing, as he introduced her kept creeping into your mind. You shot a huge load, much bigger than you anticipated and cleaned it up.
A few weeks later, a college buddy came into town. He brought a friend, and the three of you caught up. Morgan was a little annoyed. Bill texted what you were doing, and you told Morgan as you drank in your den. She wasn't even talking to your buddies. She called them "nerds" and "losers". It was even worse with your buddies from home. When she asked who texted you, you told her. She shocked you, when she told you to invite him. That she'd want "someone" to talk to. That is when you realized she hadn't called him a loser in some time. She didn't call him obnoxious.
Bill came up, and as the night went on, Morgan and Bill were constantly behind you, smoking and joking, occasionally at your expense. Now they were best buds, you thought. You tracked them all night, and nothing crazy was said or done. Bill seemed more reserved on these "get to know Bill" nights he had with Morgan. It was actually your idea, and this was the third night. She barely spoke to you, as her and Bill went drink for drink, and smoke for smoke. You made sure nothing crazy was happening, and found yourself wondering why it wasn't. Had you set this up to test them?
The night dragged on, and Bill got *****. He then started in on Morgan, which pushed her back to you. He groped, and she politely pushed him away. He danced his "jig" and she joked and joined, but wouldn't let him "grind" on her as he wanted. Soon it was just the thee of you, and you went back to your apartment.
Bill was passed out on the couch, and Morgan changed into her turquoise top, and red sport shorts. They were loose, but she looked cute, as she put her hair back with a plastic band. She had no shoes or socks on, and the two of you joked in the kitchen and had more drinks. You mainly joked about Bill, and asked what he said. Morgan held out her hand. "The usual," she laughed, holding her thumb out. "He catches up, and asks how work is," she held out her index finger, "he then says I'm beautiful after five drinks." She held out her middle finger, "after ten drinks he tells me he wants to fuck me," she then held out her last two fingers. "Then he gets gropey Mcgroperson," It actually made you laugh. She yawned, and said she was going to bed.
You wanted another beer. You sat in the kitchen drinking. You heard Morgan in the den, moving, as the floor creaked. She had gone upstairs and gotten a blanket, which she was laying on Bill. That's when it happened, like a lighting flash, but something you'd never forget. Bill's eyes were closed, and his hand snaked up her sexy little legs, and under her shorts, you could see his hand cup a cheek. Morgan's eyes went wider than you've ever seen them. A moment later her mouth opened, and she had to look of abject shock as she twisted her head around the room to see if anyone saw what happened. Content no one did, she pushed his hand down and walked back towards the stairs to your room. Without a word, or without a sentence.
You watched Bill put his hands to his nose, eyes closed. A smile crept on his face, and you swear he was snoring. There was something on the edge of his fingers, glistening and glowing in the dim light. You walked past, and then went up the stairs. Morgan was passed out on the bed, legs sort of spread. That's when you noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was clear as day and surprisingly looked loose and open. Your heart stopped seeing the same glistening slick juices that coated Bill's finger.
You paced the hall outside your room. Your cock, defying your mind, stood at attention. You had literally just witnessed a monumentous event. Bill had fingered your girlfriend. Momentarily, and lasting only seconds, but it had happened. For hours you played the scene over and over. Her open eyes, the open mouth, then the look around the room.
Bill had long ago told you about the "dipstick challenge". When you shove your hand up a girl's skirt, or down her pants, and see what she does. If she punches you, or tells someone, she "fails". If she does nothing, the test is "passed", and your free to continue on your quest to fuck her. Bill always said once a girl "passes" the "dipstick challenge", he almost always has a 100% success rate on fucking her. You'd witnessed it with Kaitlin H and others in high-school. You had just witnessed you girlfriend "pass the dipstick challenge".
You were angry, and confused. But as the days past, and she said nothing, you did nothing. Bill had not even mentioned it occurred. It seemed only Morgan and you knew. He was pretty ***** and often blacked out. That scene played out time and again in your head as you masturbated. It became a shameful thing, as it was the ONLY thing you masturbated to.
Weeks past, and you finally had a chance to see how it would play out. You were scared and anxious. When you told Morgan that Bill was coming up, she just shrugged. "Whatever." She said, and muttered something about her friends coming out. Later, when Bill arrived, you watched them from your seat, as they shared the couch. They didn't converse much, until Bill turned on "Keeping up with the Kardashians", and commented about something from the week before. Morgan playfully hit him, and said she "knew" he watched. From that moment, you weren't there, as they chatted back and forth. You asked where her friends were, and Morgan said they weren't coming.
You wanted to see this all play-out, so you just kind of followed as it was time to leave.
The three of you left your apartment, and walked down the street. You had on a collared shirt and some nice slacks. Bill had on a black shirt and jeans. Neither of you looked as good or as mature as Morgan. She even stood a little taller than Bill in the heels. She came up to about the same size as you. It was odd looking at a teenager, and realizing with some clothes and make-up she could look ten years older than the both of you.
You arrived at the bar, and were happy not too many people were there. You sat at a table in the back, and Morgan sat across from you. Bill was standing and offered to get a pitcher. Morgan said she'd want a vodka tonic, she wasn't into drinking beer. Bill called her classy, and Morgan laughed, saying girls like her don't drink beer to often. Bill sat next to Morgan.
“How many vodka tonics does it take to get a girl like you in the sack,” Bill said, in an inappropriate outburst. It wasn't anything new, so you let it slide. Just Bill being Bill.
“It takes a lot more than vodka tonics mister,” she said sipping her drink. The comment wasn't an invitation, and it wasn't even overly surprising. Morgan was flirtatious with everyone, and had a bubbly personality where she rolled with even the dirties and most obnoxious punches. Quite frankly, she was a fun girl.
A waitress came up, and asked if you needed any drinks. You ordered a pitcher and a round of tequila shots, as well as a vodka tonic. The waitress was short, sort of round, but had huge boobs. Bill noticed as well as you did. When she left he raised his brows towards you, “She almost has as good as tits as you know who....”
He was referring to his ex-girlfriend from high-school, really his only girlfriend. The only girl he ever introduced to his parents, or fucked for more than a few times. For a guy who got laid, he only did have one real girlfriend, who he STILL talked about.
“Not this again,” Morgan rolled her eyes. “All you guys ever talk about is this blonde girl with the tits...what's her name.” You corrected Morgan with the right name. She shrugged. “She's fat, I've seen pictures guys.”
Bill jumped in. “She wasn't fat in high-school.”
Morgan looked over. “She was chunky Bill. She just had big tits.” She held her hands out. “And aren't you a leg guy!” She ran her hands like Vanna White over her legs, which were crossed towards him. “I thought you were obsessed with THE GIRLS!” She laughed. This still wasn't weird, just Morgan being flirtatious and open and extroverted.
Bill looked down at her legs. “Oh I am,” he had a creepy look on his face. He constantly told you, Morgan and everyone he was a “leg” man, which translated into him constantly telling Morgan she had the best legs in the world. The reality was, she kind of did, at least among the girls you knew. In fact, you admitted to Morgan you were a “leg” man as well. There was nothing better to you that long slender and toned legs. You constantly told her, and asked her for pics while at work or away from home. Which she did oblige, more than anything, she was willing to send pics to “help” you, even if she didn't love the idea of guys “jerking off”.
Morgan then brought it up, “So is this guy,” she pointed to you. “Straight pfffffft” and she made a jerk off motion with her hands and weird sound with her mouth. “I don't know why guys do it!” She added.
“I don't,” Bill said. “If you have to do that, it means you can't get laid.”
Morgan nodded. “EXACTLY!” She held her hands out to signify confusion. “Why jerk off, if you have a girl or CAN get laid. It means she isn't doing right by you.” She didn't even pick up on her own words, as she just accused you of “jerking off”. “It's childish, and if you had a girlfriend, or could get laid, why would you do it.”
Bill agreed with her, claiming he never jerked off. Morgan then told Bill to “have a talk” with you then. Which was embarrassing.
“I'd love to get between those legs,” he said still leering.
You finally had a little too much of his words. “Ok Bill, that'll do,” you said annoyed.
Morgan waved you off. “It's fine. I hear it all the time.” She sipped her drink and looked around the bar, seeming to be disinterested. “If you got between these legs Bill, you'd lose it. Trust me. You'd become an addict.” She sipped her drink. “Some guys are so into what's between them, they sniff my panties.” She gave you a small glance and a quick coy smile.
Bill just laughed. “I think I'd be alright, I'd make you cream all over my cock.” He said, not looking your way. You were mad, but Morgan again jumped in first.
Morgan rolled her eyes and breathed hard. “There you go again.” She got up and went to the bar to get a round herself, she brought a pitcher back and a glass of whiskey. “A Maker's on the rocks for my sweetie,” she kissed you. “I know what you like.” She sure did, and it helped to ease the tension as you drank it down.
The night went on, and you had more drinks. You and Bill played darts, and Golden Tee. Morgan joined in, and played with both you and Bill. Though you were adding up her actions and words, nothing was too crazy or out of the ordinary.
At one point, when Bill thought Morgan was out of ear shot at the bar, he made a comment about how she has a “face for cum”. He asked if you came on her face.
Morgan was right behind him. “Thanks I guess jerk,” she elbowed him and put the drinks down. “Gross.” She then said something that she had said before. “If a guy gets to cum on my face, he's special.” Unfortunately, she hadn’t let you do that yet. She said it was disrespectful.
“How does one becomes “special”,” Bill asked.
“For starters,” she said walking to the bathroom. “Buy me better tequila. Not well tequila. If you're going to date ME Bill you have to buy nice things.” It was a harmless sentence, but it was still odd, and you added it. You felt that jealousy you didn't want to admit when Bill was around, and the nagging sensation of an unwanted and unexpected erection.
She came back, and the waitress brought a shot of the most expensive tequila. Morgan laughed and took the shot. “Why don't you just find some slut to fuck Bill,” she said, finally blowing him off.
“Help me out,” Bill asked.
You spent the next twenty minutes trying to pick a girl out for Bill with Morgan. Your choices were rebuffed by Morgan. She said too fat, or too trashy. Bill had sex with many fat girls you reminded her, and you laughed. Bill didn't find it funny.
Eventually, Morgan saw a sort of friend from school. A girl names Sarah, who was very skinny and short with blonde hair. She got her to come over. She had zits, but she was sort of cute, even if a little sharp with her features. Really skinny, almost too skinny. She sat and drank with you. She actually sat next to Bill. Morgan sat with you, but was across from Bill the whole time. She seemed eager to talk Bill up for her friend. Normally she shut Bill down with her friends.
You noticed a girl, one you both knew as Fat Stacy, one who had sucked Bill's cock. She was eying your table, but didn't come over.
“Who is that fatty,” a drunker Morgan laughed.
You blurted it out, “Bill gets his cock sucked by her.” You sipped your beer with a smile.
Sarah made a wincing face. Morgan actually shrugged. “Eh, she does have tits, and a decent face even if its plastered with make-up. She probably gives good head because....”
In unison Bill and Morgan said “she has to”. This made them both laugh. It was odd to here Morgan talk overtly sexually, but she did it when she was drunker than usual.
Bill shook his head. “Nah, she doesn't finish me off when she blows me. I have to pull out and finish myself.”
Morgan jumped forward and grabbed Bill's hand. “OH MY GOD! NEVER TALK TO HER AGAIN!” Sarah and you looked at Morgan. She didn't stop her diatribe. “If she makes you pull out and jerk off, fuck her. That sucks. Same for sex. If some girl makes you pull out and finish by jerking yourself off get rid of her. The least you can do is help them fully enjoy their orgasm.”
Bill held his hands out. “THAT'S WHAT I SAY!” And it truly was. He said it often. You hadn't really talked to Morgan about it, and tried to remember the last time you had sex. It was with a condom, so you finished in the condom.
Bill leered again at Morgan. “So you're saying you'd finish me off if you gave me a blowjob?”
Morgan laughed and put her head down. “Ughhh...this again.” She looked up, once again sipping her drink disinterested. “Listen Bill, you couldn't handle my blowjobs. They're so good they're painful.” She sipped her drink looking down, “ask anyone”, she added. For some reason it made you feel awkward, as you couldn't remember the last time she blew you. Had it been so long. She had only really given you three blowjobs. One early on, and one on your birthday. The third was more of a “half” blowjob as she just sucked you a minute in the shower. You counted it, but she joked it wasn't a blowjob. She continued her rant. “Stick with fatties.” She turned to Sarah. “No offense.”
“I think I give good head,” Sarah blurted out with a look of feigned shock.
Morgan flipped her thumb at Sarah. “You got a winner here Bill!” This made everyone laugh.
“You guys are nutty,” Sarah laughed, “I kind of like it!”
Morgan made a comment about how she had no idea. The conversation, thanks to Bill commenting on how Sarah was “hot” turned raunchy quick. Morgan kept up, which wasn't out of ordinary, just still, things were adding up in your paranoid head.
“What's your favorite position,” she shot a glance at Bill.
Again, in unison, Morgan and Bill both said “doggystlyle,” Sarah chuckled and Morgan nodded in approval at Bill. “At least we have ONE thing in common,” Morgan added. Your heart began to pound when she said they had something in “common”, which you never thought she'd say. You hoped she never would. How many things DID they have in common?
This became a point of commonality more than you wanted, as Morgan began to explain, if your going to do it doggystyle, you might as pull some hair and smack an ass cheek or two. To which Bill responded, “THAT'S WHAT I'VE SAID FOR YEARS!” In his defense, he was being honest.
“So we'd do it doggystyle, if we dated?” Bill muttered with a sly look and low eyes almost lecherous in intent.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him.
Morgan shooed you. “He's harmless.” She then sipped her straw and looked low herself, “but yeah, it would be doggy in the morning, afternoon and night!” This made everyone laugh except for you.
You were getting annoyed by the advances once again, even if Morgan was flicking them off her shoulder metaphorically. She seemed to sense your anger. She sighed, “Listen, I think I kind of get Bill.” She turned to Sarah, “he's one of those guys that has all of his aggression, anger, temper, emotions,” she made a circle over the table where Bill's crotch would be, “right here.”
Sarah agreed, “I know a lot of guys in school like that. Too much testosterone, they need to get it out.”
“Exactly,” Morgan pointed to Sarah as if acknowledging her point. “Guys like Bill need a girl who will make sure he has nothing left,” she circled his table covered crotch, “down here.”
“You want to help me with that,” Bill commented. You actually laughed at his quickness of wit.
“See,” Morgan said, “if his “testosterone” was gone, he wouldn't make those comments.” She nodded to herself. “I bet that's why you cheat on my friends too.”
“I never dated your friends,” Bill reminded her. You chimed in your own agreement. He just fucked them.
“Ok,” Morgan nodded, “but I get it, you need a girl that basically...” she shrugged, “milks you!”
Sarah and Bill laughed. Bill added a comment, “Want to milk me?”
Morgan laughed heavily, as she sipped her straw. “Oh hon,” she patted his hands. “If we dated you'd never have a drop down there. You wouldn't even look at another girl.” She turned to you and rubbed your head, “I make my men happy. Don't I babe!” You nodded, but you couldn't recall the last time she “milked” you. Again, you realized you were both busy now with school and work.
Bill's eyes went low, still trying to pick at Morgan's comments, “So you'd milk me everyday?”
Morgan sort of seductively sipped her straw. “Everyday!” She rubbed your shoulder. “But you don't date me do you.”
“Doggystyle?” Bill asked.
Morgan pulled her hand back. “Of course,” she commented, “what else would we do, I mean I'd throw a bunch of BJs in there, but mainly doggy.”
“I think I only want to date you,” Bill said to Morgan, he then winked at you and started slapping your back as if making it a joke.
“Wait,” Sarah stopped, “I'm confused,” she pointed to you, “so you date...HIM!” You seconded her statement of confusion in your mind. Morgan nodded. “I just thought you were single.” This created a momentary awkward silence.
“SMOKE?” Morgan broke the silence and you all went outside. The four of you went outside, and Bill and Sarah moved off to talk. Morgan watched. “You think he'll fuck her?”
“Maybe,” you shrugged unsure, even though it looked good. Morgan thought he needed help and went over. You stood by yourself, as Bill talked to the two girls. He then came to get you to buy shots. You watched from the bar as Morgan and Sarah talked. Morgan held out her two index fingers at one point and Sarah gasped. She pointed at Morgan, and your girlfriend laughed shaking her head. What were they talking about?
You brought shots, while Bill was in the bathroom. Sarah had a weird look on her face. Morgan waved her off nonchalantly. “I just mean if you're going to come home with him.” She shook her head. “Don't get me wrong, you don't have too.” It was clear Morgan was ***** and saying dumb things.
Sarah's eyes went wide. “I'm gonna head out, if that's OK,” she seemed annoyed band and excused herself.
“I screwed that up.” Morgan said. You asked how, and she explained that she told Sarah be prepared to take it in the ass, because its what Bill likes. She just blurted it out. Sarah had no intention at that point of going home with him, Morgan said, and she may have jumped the gun.
Bill came back.
“I think I BLEW that one Bill,” Morgan made a joke with a pretend dick in her hand. “It's fine,” she looked at Sarah over across the street. “She has yoga pants on. Don't wear yoga pants if you don't have an ass.”
Bill, seemingly not caring about Sarah, took this opportunity to hit on your girlfriend again. “You filled out your yoga pants nicely today!” He had this lecherous way when he said those things.
Morgan sipped her drink looking around the bar. “Nice try Bill but I don't have an ass.” It was something she was always self conscious about, even if she did have a little butt on her. The three of you went back to your seat.
“I think its perfect,” Bill added. You were about to say something.
“Well,” Morgan cut in first, “when we date you can buy me a bunch of yoga pants.” Now this statement raised your ears, and embarrassingly your cock. She had really never said something like that, but still, her personality, it wasn't too weird for her. You'd heard her say strange flirty things, just never with Bill. She put her hands up and looked at you. “Just a joke. Don't lose your top.”
Another round of drinks came around, and this time Morgan told Bill to get her a beer with a “fuck it, why not”. Morgan was pointing out potential suitors for Bill. A short blonde with wide hips, in a green dress came in.
“What about her” Bill said his eyes roaming the short girls body.
“What is it with you and fatties!” Morgan rolled her eyes. “Girls like that shouldn't be in dresses like that.” She was being bitchy, as she often did when she was *****.
Bill chuckled. “They're easy.” He looked Morgan up and down. “I bet you'd look amazing in that dress.”
Another sigh and another disinterested turn of the head from Morgan, followed by, “well, when we date you can but me nice dresses.” She said it again, and it was odd, but still playful. Should you even add these things up. Was it just because it was Bill? Were you scared? Why were you hard?
“I'm just saying, you'd look amazing with those legs in the air, dress hiked up!” Bill was ***** too. It got on your nerves.
“Ok dude, calm down!” You gave him an angered look.
“I can defend myself,” Morgan patted your hand. She turned to Bill. “I'm not some slut that is going to get on her hands and knees for you Bill without something in return. I'm not one of your little tramps that will suck you off whenever you want unless I get something out of it!” She picked up her beer and drank a big gulp. It surprised you. “If you wanted to date me, you'd have to first,” she held her hand out in a fist, “get a good job,” her thumb came out, “pamper me a little, I mean I'm not materialistic, but come on,” her index finger came out. As she went on another rant you were shocked at how your girlfriend was laying out what it would take for Bill to date not just anyone...but her. She mentioned opening doors, treating her with respect, not fucking her friends, the list went on and on. “You live at home dude,” she added, running out of finger. “And how about a better car,” she said mentioning his shitty 90s Buick. “What are we going to fuck in that car?”
She then pointed right at him and had an angry look. “What about living at your parents house! Who does that at your age!” She readjusted her fingers to add another. “Like, I told you I'd never fuck you at your parents WAY back, like the first time we met.” She looked at you. “I even gave him a chance and said get an apartment,” she added looking back at Bill. Wait, you thought, was that really a chance, all the way back then? “But you never did.” She chuckled. “You think I wanna be banging next to your parents room every-night.” This made you laugh and Bill looked at you angrily.
She caught herself finally, “I mean that's what you'd have to do to date a girl like me.” She then went right back to speaking specifically about herself. “Like, I'd at least need to see you bring a girl around like a normal adult who can have a real relationship. You've never even brought a girl up to meet us.” She turned her head away, scanning the bar. “There would have to be some REAL changes for you to date me....I mean....a girl like me. Girls like me don't date losers dude.” She got up to go the bathroom.
“I can do those things,” Bill said sitting straight up, in an almost mocking manner. “So if I can show you some growth you'll....”
Morgan put her head on the table. “Ugghhhh....stop....I'll tell you what. If you bring a girl up, and act like your somewhat serious with the girl, and not totally obnoxious......”
Bill jumped up. “Go on a date with me?”
She looked at you. “No...no....no...” Morgan's head was swaying. “You don't want me Bill.”
Your friend laughed. “Why wouldn't I, you're hot!”
Your girlfriends mouth opened, “Tuhhhhhh, because all we'd do is FUCK, Bill. All day. Everyday.” Her words were shocking, and yet made you hard. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” She slammed the table each time she said it, and people looked over. “Fuck in the morning, fuck in the afternoon, fuck at night. We'd never have much of a life. I know it.”
Your buddy was shocked too, he looked over at you. You didn't know what to say. He just laughed. “Sounds like we'd have a great sex life.”
“Well, yeah of course,” Morgan shrugged, to your shock. “But that can't be all the relationship is about.”
Bill joked. “Sounds good to me.”
“Of course it does to you! What's in it for me?” She brushed him off with her hand. “I'd just be your whore right?”
“You could be whatever you wanted!” He winked at me. Always an ass.
“What? Its true isn't it?” She added looking to me and then to Bill. “I'd just become one of your sluts, sucking you off, getting cum on my face, on my back, in my ass.” She just kept ***** talking. It was incredible to hear. So out of character. Morgan's head went down. “That's what you'd want I know it.” She laughed. “That's too much work.” She was now laughing uncontrollably. “If I'm going to do all that you better have a good cock and be able to fuck!” Her words were so naughty, and now it was getting nuts. “If we are going to have a relationship based on sex it better be good sex.”
“I got a decent cock, and I can fuck, we can go in the back alley” Bill leaned back with some sense of pride. “It would be great sex.”
Morgan chuffed, “Right, I've heard,” she rolled her eyes. “And public sex is for whore.” She added annoyed. Bill inquired what she heard about, but she changed the subject. She made her hand turn as she spoke, “Like, would we do other things? Go out to dinner, to shows, to movies. There has to be more than sex.”
“Why?” Bill laughed slapping your back somewhat hard.
She was sighing again, rolling eyes and shaking her head all at once. “See, all we'd do is fuck.” She looked across the bar. “One ***** night and BAM! I'm pregnant.” She chuckled a little. Her words were just playing, but the mental image was there. Of a pregnant Morgan, Bill rubbing her belly, with his kid inside, winking at you. You gasped, as a bit of cum sprayed in your pants, and you looked down, trying to see if it was noticeable.
“Use birth control.” Bill asked.
But you knew she wouldn't she never did. She explained it makes her crazy. “And you don't use condoms”, she fake laughed. Bill nodded with a smile. Morgan sipped the rest of her drink, and ordered another. “At least I'd have those big tits you like!” She started giggling, and hiccuped.
“Yeah you would,” Bill's eyes went to her chest. You thought about how hot she'd be with bigger tits.
Morgan pointed at him with a stern look. “You get me pregnant mister. You marry me. Got it!” She continued the strange joke. “Same goes for you,” she threw her thumb at you, but didn't even look your way.
“Of course,” your buddy added and winked over at you.
Morgan looked even more sternly right at Bill, with a seriousness to her manner. “I MEAN IT!”
“I would marry you,” Bill was taken aback by her words, and moved his mouth in a comedic way. You were even more floored. Your girlfriend seemed so serious in telling your asshole friend, they would fuck so much she'd get pregnant and that he was OBLIGATED to marry her. It was strange and so incredibly erotic at once.
Bill laughed, “I'd take you to Vegas.”
This strange drunken conversation about sex, pregnancy and marriage between your obnoxious buddy and your girlfriend kept going. You were about to stop it, but her ears perked up at Bill's statement. “OH MY GOD! With Elvis and shit!”
“Yeah,” your friend smiled. “At one of those shitty drive up places.”
“Can we at least get a nice honeymoon suite?” Morgan inquired.
Bill nodded, “Yeah at one of those motels.”
Morgan waved him off. “No way. Like I said, nice things Bill. Those places have rats and bed bugs and shit...it'd have to be a nice hotel.”
Bill pointed to you. “Best man here has to pay.” This made them both die laughing, and you chuckled to make it seem you were fine, even though it was all so surreal.
“Awww,” Morgan rubbed your shoulder. “That's so sweet of you to do for us. You're such a sweetie.”
You hadn't said much, and Bill finally nudged you. “What's wrong buddy!”
Morgan laughed, “Uh...we just laid out how we're going to fuck a bunch and I'm going to get pregnant and marry you.” She hit the money, so to speak. “He's probably pissed. It's just ***** talk,” she reassured you rubbing your arm. She got up to use the bathroom and almost stumbled. You tried to help but she said she's fine. She then added, “next rounds on the best man.” Which made you actually laugh with them.
You went to bar, and saw Morgan come back and sit down. You wondered what they were discussing, and when you came back with drinks, it was still the same topic. “No way, it has to be a nice hotel. At least the Flamingo!”
You sat down, and handed them there drinks.
She was slurring speech now. You moved to hold her shoulder. She stopped you. “I'm fine. Just *****. I shouldn't say these things. I don't know. I'll help you get laid?”
Initially intrigued, Bill was a little annoyed. “How would that work? Would it be one of your friends? A hot one?”
Morgan shook her head around. “Yes. I don't know. It will be someone I know. I'll set you up. Help you out. She'll be hot.” She was sighing heavily. “I will put that girl on your dick, get her to marry you, and get her to let you knock her up. How does that sound? A real relationship, with a hot girl, and not obsessed with an ex or someone you can't have?”
Bill nodded. “Ok, but she has to have legs like yours then, and suck cock like you!”
Morgan laughed. “No one has legs like me Bill, and no one can suck cock like me.” Morgan said in a moment of confident clarity. But I'll try to figure something out!” You watched them shake, and it made you feel better, now she was going to get some other girl to date him. “I'll find a girl dude, a hot one, trust me, one you'll marry. I'll fucking be at the wedding myself.” She laughed.
Bill got up to use the bathroom and get more drinks. “Ugh,” Morgan said her head low, almost on the table. “I shouldn't talk about dating him and sucking his cock.” She rolled her hand around mockingly, “he's just going to jerk off to me more.”
“He doesn't do that remember?” You referred to how Bill just said he never jerked off.
Morgan laughed. “He does to me dude, he tells me all the time when you're not around. Like five minutes ago, when you were at the bar.” She chuffed. It made you mad. “He says “just” to me, as if that would impress me.” She took a deep breath. “I should have let Hillary come out.”
“I thought they were busy.” You added.
Morgan shook her head. “I never called them. I don't want either one coming out and getting all gross with him and fucking and shit.” It was surprising she didn't call them. Strange even. Morgan was *****. Too *****. She was swaying now. You basically had to carry her out. It was time to go.
Bill handed her a cigarette when you left the bar. She was stumbling. And you tried to stop her, but she pushed you away. “It's fine. I'm fine. Best man,” She repeated with a sly grin. The two of them laughed.
Your buddy kept bringing up the bet, as Morgan struggled to walk with you home. “So you'll get me a hot girl!”
Morgan nodded, taking a drag. “I'll get you a hot girl!”
“Will she look like you,” Bill asked. “I want her to look like you.”
Morgan pushed him. “Will you stop.” Her head was low and she was swaying. “Fine, I'll get you a girl that LOOKS like me. My twin. Hotter even.”
Bill kept going. “She has to be ready to milk me!”
“Ha!” Morgan actually laughed now. “Of course.”
“And like doggy and anal and Bjs”, Bill continued, “Just like you.”
Morgan snapped her fingers. “Oh...so close, you had me until anal. I don't do anal.” She really never did.
“Someday,” you swear you heard Bill mutter. Morgan asked what he said, but he was *****. Bill wasn't done, even as Morgan got annoyed. “Promise!”
Morgan nodded, “Yes. Yes. Just stop hitting on me. I'll find you a girl who looks like me, sucks cock like me, and fucks like me. Ok!”
Bill laughed. “She has to be slutty too...just a little!”
“You're such an ass,” Morgan pushed him again. “I'll find you a hot slut. One that looks like me. Are you happy?”
Bill answered “Yeah”.
Morgan muttered that if she followed through, then he'd have to treat her with respect.
You finally got home, and walked Morgan up to bed. She pulled off her jeans, and you saw her cut turquoise panties, her amazing legs, and little ass. She rolled into bed, and you wanted to touch her, but she pulled the covers over her body. “Just don't let him get my legs. Ok best man”. It was odd to hear the joke without Bill.
“What?” You asked confused.
Morgan smashed her head in the pillow. “DON'T LET HIM GET A HOLD OF MY LEGS! OR ITS OVER!” She said and all but passed out.
“Ohhhhk....” you said mirroring the way she had been talking. You didn't know what she meant at all.
You got downstairs. Bill was smiling drinking his beer. He looked happier than a pig in shit. You didn't get why, but guessed it was because Morgan was going to help him find a good girl to have a relationship.
Sorry for the lengthy non-sex chapter. It was written ages ago. The next chapter is the "sequel" to the main story (again read my profile to find it). It's about the "aftermath".
