In the late aughts, I was an 18 year old punky metal kid wrapping up my senior year of high school. I was fairly typical of the type, chest length hair and tight black clothes. It was on a Friday in the fall that I left school feeling great, hopping on my skateboard to head to my best friend’s house and start the weekend. As I skated down the bike lane, a car pulled up alongside me, two girls inside.
“Do you want a ride?” They asked me. Not about to pass up a ride from two cute and mysterious girls, I accepted. As I hopped in the backseat, they introduced themselves as Jess and Brooke.
They were both 19 year old scene-y emo girls that had graduated the year before. Jess had a voluptuous frame with shoulder length blonde hair, gauges, and a septum piercing. Brooke was more lithe, with breasts that looked like they were a fifth of her body weight. She had long black hair, snake-bite lip rings, and a couple of visible tattoos.
We briefly got to know each other on the way to my destination. When we arrived, I exchanged numbers with both of them before thanking them for the lift and making my exit. Throughout the evening, I was texting both of them simultaneously, inviting them to go out with me and my friends to a house party. They obliged, and joined us for a night of drinking and hanging out. Afterwards, my friends and I parted ways with them.
Cut to the next weekend. I had been texting both of them on and off throughout the week, and we had all decided to hang out that Saturday. Our communications during the week had gotten flirtacious, the girls admitting that they had picked me up because they thought I was hot, and wanting to know if I thought the same of them. *No doubt*, I responded. As they seemed to be messaging me in a semi-coordinated fashion, I couldn’t help but wonder what was being said between them.
Saturday evening arrived, and the girls picked me up. We smoked a blunt in the car and went to the mall, where we fucked around for a few hours killing time. Eventually, we ended up back at my place, chilling out and smoking a little more (my madre was conveniently out of town for a couple days).
We sat on the couch, watching music videos on my laptop on the coffee table in front of us. Jess and Brooke sat to either side of me, sandwiching me between them. At some point, Jess leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder.
“Mm, I can see your bulge.” Jess stated flatly, staring at my crotch. “You know, me and Brooke have been speculating about what it looks like. We promised to share if one of us managed to get a picture.”
“Well, if you’re that curious..” I said nervously, boldly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. “You can always find out.”
Jess slid her hand under my briefs, her fingers running through my pubes to my shaft. Her eyes stared up at me from my shoulder as she caressed my hardening member under my pants. Grinning lustily, Brooke slipped her fingers into the waist of my drawers and pulled them down, my cock springing out, Jess’s hand wrapping fully around it. I awkwardly tugged my jeans and briefs down to mid-thigh, Brooke assisting me. As Brooke helped me work my pants down, her spare hand briefly held on to my bare thigh. She released her grip on me, drawing her knees up to her chin and watching Jess intently.
Jess was stroking me, her head still resting on my shoulder. This went on for several minutes, Jess playing with my engorged cock as all three of us watched, laughing and making the odd comment. The sexual tension in the room became unbearable.
“We’re not having sex.” Jess stated definitively. “Not with her, we’re not gonna do that together.”
“I get it.” I said, trying to mask my disappointment.
“Do you want to suck his cock?” Brooke asked Jess softly.
“*Mm-hmm…*” Jess crooned, lifting her head off my shoulder and looking me directly in the eyes.
Breaking off her gaze, Jess lowered her head into my lap, my cock sliding past her lips into her mouth. I groaned, leaning my head back and gently gripping her hair. Her head slid up and down on my cock, her tongue running along the underside of my shaft, her left hand cupping my balls. Brooke was staring, chewing unconsciously on a nail, squeezing her thighs together. I only lasted about five minutes.
As I started to cum, Jess’s hand gripped the base of my shaft, my cock throbbing visibly as it pumped ropes into her throat. Her eyes widened in shock as her mouth filled. Gagging lightly, she released me from her mouth, cum spilling out onto my groin.
“Oh my god dude, what the fuck!” Jess laughed, raising her free hand to her jaw to catch the cum dribbling off of it. Her other hand continued to slickly stroke my shaft. As I started to soften, she stickily let go of my dick, cum strung between her fingers. “I was *not* ready for that!”
“I’m sorry!” I laughed sincerely.
Brooke was giggling into her hand, her face beet red, her eyes transfixed on my messy loins. Jess got up and went into the kitchen, cleaning up at the sink. While she was gone, I looked over at Brooke. She met my eyes with a profoundly lusty stare, maintaining eye contact until I looked away awkwardly. I stood up and waddled to the stairs, dick waggling. I could feel Brooke’s eyes following my cock. Jess stopped me at the base of the stairs, kissing me and giving my dick a squeeze. I went upstairs and changed into shorts, rejoining the girls in the living room after.
Jess eventually fell asleep cuddling against me on the couch, while Brooke settled into the recliner in the corner, smiling at me deviously every time I glanced in her direction. She was obviously pretty turned on, giving me the impression that she expected me to make some kind of advance. I ignored her as best I could and drifted off to sleep.
Jess and I hooked up once after this, a week or two later. However, the sex was not particularly memorable and I did not pursue any further sexual intimacy with her. Brooke continued to message me for a while, sometimes going so far as to say things like *I bet you thought about me when you came*. It made me kind of uncomfortable and I broke off contact with her, although sometimes I think I should have just said fuck it and tapped that ass, unwise as it would probably have been.
It’s now been many years since, but I still revisit that night from time to time, this time publicly, for your jacking and jilling pleasure.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rgnhj7/she_f_sucked_me_off_while_her_friend_watched
What’s aughts? 80’s?
I’m not sure there was much texting going on in the late eighties. Or watching music videos on laptops. Are you sure it was the eighties, because the technology you’re talking about wasn’t around then. No laptops, no music videos, and practically no mobile phones. Oh, and no scene-y emo girls either.
EDIT: ah, hold on, aughts is apparently 2000-2009. Forget what I said!
The comments are proving to me that nobody really settled on *any* universal term for the 00-09 time period.
But as for the actual story, you should have seen where things would have gone with Brooke. Jess was the one saying “no” and setting limits, whereas Brooke clearly had escalation in mind.