“Look, you need to relax. All you ever do is complain about me and what I do. It was a night out with the guys, why must you always bitch about everything?“ he says before hanging up the phone. “She’s pissed that you and I are hanging out, and she’s pissed I went out with my friends last night and didn’t tell her,“ he says angrily towards his cherry haired friend. “She’s always bitching at me about something. It’s so annoying. Like why doesn’t she understand we’re just friends?“
“I don’t know, it sounds like she doesn’t like you even having guy friends,“ she crosses her legs making her tall socks pull across her knees, “I think you just need to sit down and relax and not worry about her for a bit. Do you still have any beers?“
“Yea, a couple“ he says, popping into the kitchen to grab them from the fridge and opening them both. “I can’t relax when she’s in my ear 24/7. She always thinks I’m up to no good,“ he grumbles, handing her the frosty beverage while sitting down on the sofa next to her.
She takes the bottle and has a drink, “Well, then why aren’t you?“ looking to her side at him.
“What?“ he asks confused, knowing she’s already on her fifth beer of the evening. “I’m not sure what you mean by that Bex.“
“I mean, if she’s just going to assume you’re up to no good, why not actually get up to no good? At least then you’d get to have some fun every now and again,“ she shrugs as she takes another drink of her beer.
“I mean…I guess I get what you’re saying, but she’d find out. She has eyes everywhere,“ he follows her by taking a large sip of his beer. “She’s crazy.“
“Wow, that’s kind of pathetic,“ she scoffs at him, “it actually sounds like you’re afraid of her. It’s not like she has your flat bugged or anything, so how would she know what we got up to?“ She takes a third large drink and shoots him a sidelong look.
“Wait…we?“ he asks. “Becky…what are you trying to say?“ he asks, his eyes widening as he looks her way.
“I’m not trying to say anything, it just sounds like you’re letting her walk all over you is all. Like, do you do everything she says?“
“I…I guess so…yeah“ he says embarrassed, trying to ignore what she was getting to.
“See, you’re whipped, and to be honest, I’m kind of jealous. You’ve never done whatever I tell you, and we’ve been friends for what, now, 15 years?“
“I’m not whipped“ he shoots back at her, somewhat irked. “And I do a lot of things you tell me to do, so don’t say that!“
“Oh, so if I demanded you answer any question I asked you totally honestly you’d do it?“ waving her beer about a bit.
“Uh…you’re my best friend. So sure“ he says, confused as to what was happening. She points her beer at him, “So then why have you never tried to fuck me?“
“Uh…“ he stutters before gulping hard, “I’ve…never really been single. And we’re best friends… I didn’t want that to change,“ he mutters.
She laughs right in his face, “Seriously Charlie? You were single all through high school. Hell, you couldn’t get half the girls to even talk to you, so don’t give me that shit. Do you honestly think that would have changed anything?“
He rolls his eyes, “I guess not if this is how you’re reacting“ he says, sipping his beer again. “You can say all you want, but you won’t do shit about it,“ he laughs.
She gets a wicked look in her hazel green eyes, “Oh yeah? Well how about you take off your pants and prove it.“
“No way. You’ll never get my pants off,“ he says sternly. “That belongs to my girl, not you. You’ll have to try if you really want it.“
“Well fine then,“ she finishes her beer and sets the bottle down, then reaches for the hem of her tank top and pulls it up over her head, leaving her in a black half cup bra. She turns to him and leans forward, “Now take off your damn pants.“
He gulps hard. “Becky…we shouldn’t be doing this. This is… I can’t,“ he stumbles.
“Yes Charlie, you can. Prove to me you’re not pussy whipped and take them off. I want to see if you’re attracted to me.“
“I’m not doing it. Not a shot,“ he crosses his arms, looking at her.
“See I knew it, for as much as you claim we’re friends you don’t do what I say. That bitch has you by the balls and you just let her.“ She stands up and heads to his fridge.
“Take them off yourself, slut,“ he says sharply, “You talk such a big game, why don’t you take charge?“
Becky comes back out with another beer and pops it open, “Oh, you don’t want that. There’s no way you won’t cheat if I take them off.“
“Oh yeah? Prove it,“ he scoffs.
She scowls at him, but her lips curl up into a devilish smile, “You’re on then.“ She takes a big drink of her beer and comes back over, setting it down on the coffee table and immediately reaching into his lap to undo his pants.
“You’re really doing this? We shouldn’t…“ he stops himself and lets her make her attempt to prove him wrong, watching as she undoes his pants.
“Of course I am. I’ve fucked 6 different guys just to prove a point, and there’s no reason you shouldn’t be number 7.“ She gets them undone and open and starts to tug them off and out from under him.
Charlie lifts his hips to let her pull them down. “Whatever you say. You’re still doing something very wrong, but go ahead, prove me wrong.“
She pulls them off of him and tugs at his boxers, “What? It’s not like I’m raping you, you told me to prove that I could get you naked and I can, and all you have to do is keep from getting hard.“
“Sure, whatever you say, Becky“ he says, letting her tug away at his boxers.
She smiles as they slip off, looking down at his cock, “Hmm, you’re already starting to chub up a bit. I don’t think you’re gonna make it,“ she teases him.
“It’s a natural thing,“ he mutters softly, “I can’t control it. Do you like seeing your best friend’s cock, sicko?“ he asks her angrily, knowing that at this point he was letting the cheating commence.
She stands back up, “Yeah, actually, I do.“ She reaches up and slips each of her bra straps down over her arms and then back behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor to leave her tits hanging out, perky and full, nipples getting hard in the air and puts her hands on her hips, “You like seeing your best friends tits?“
“Oh my god…“ he mutters. But, in an attempt to deny her any satisfaction, he smirks devilishly. “They’re alright I guess,“ he says off handedly, his dick noticeably extending its length.
She watches his dick grow and scoffs, “Yeah, alright. These are probably the best tits you’ve ever seen.“ She smiles down at him and leans in, putting her hands on his thighs and kissing him hard, her lips and tongue massaging his as she begins to make out with him.
Charlie kisses her back, grabbing a hold of each nipple and squeezing hard. “You’re a sicko,“ he says smiling, loving every second of this but not showing it one bit.
She groans and giggles into his mouth, “Yeah, well so are you. Just admit you’ve been dreaming about me since we were 12 and we can get this over with.“
“Never,“ Charlie says, but he does begin to instigate a bit. “You seem so upset that I never wanted to fuck you and now it seems like you want your revenge. You going to boss me around, make me your bitch?“ he teases, “You gonna show me what I’ve been missing? You going to use me as your little sex toy?“
Becky grabs his face and squeezes his cheeks, “There has never been a single person I have wanted to fuck that I didn’t get to fuck, and I’m sure as hell not starting with you. Hell, If I wanted to fuck that bitch girlfriend of yours I would.“
“Oh yeah? You wouldn’t dare,“ he says smiling. “She’s too pretty for you,“ he snaps back, laughing at his own evil response.
“Oh wouldn’t I? Do you really think after all of this I’m not a woman of my word? And she is NOT prettier than me, not by a long shot. I guarantee she’s never had five guys hitting on her at once wherever she goes.“ She reaches down and grabs his cock, squeezing it hard.
“Whatever you say,“ he replies, trying not to grunt as she squeezes his cock. “Fuck…that hurts,“ he moans out, “Did I piss you off?“ he smiles, letting her tits dangle in his face, staring at them quite obviously.
She stands back up and crosses her arms under her tits to accentuate them, “Yeah, you kinda did, and if you want to make this better you’ll get down on your knees in front of me. Right. Fucking. Now.“
Charlie gulps hard, not wanting her to squeeze his cock again. “O…okay,“ he says, getting on his knees in front of her.
Becky smiles down at him and spreads her legs just a bit, making her skirt bounce up around her thighs just a bit, “Now take my thong off with your teeth.“
“Y…yes ma’am,“ he says, reaching in and roughly pulling her thong down with his teeth until it hits the floor.
She giggles as he struggles to do what she tells him, her thong damp with arousal against his lips and tongue. She steps out of them and keeps her stance, reaching down to stroke his cheek, “Now be a good bestie and eat me out.“
“Um…you sure we should do this? ….This will be cheating officially….I….“ he mumbles, looking up at her with innocent eyes.
“Oh, Charlie,“ she coos at him and strokes his cheek, “It was officially cheating as soon as I kissed you. We’re well past the point of no return, so you may as well have fun with it.“
He leans in and starts licking her pussy, starting with the clit and softly twirling his tongue over it before moving up and down her pussy, circling his tongue around her lips, closing his eyes so as to try and not look at the awful things he was doing to his drunk best friend.
She moans and holds his head to her warm crotch, her musky juices already dripping into his mouth with each stroke of his tongue over her soft lips, “Mmm, not bad, how often do you do this for Stacy?“
“Shut up,“ he shoots a glare up at her continuing to lick her pussy hungrily, looking up at her angrily while he goes, wondering why he was even doing this, all while his cock remains hard in full view of her lust filled gaze.
Becky grinds herself down on his face, holding him tight against her mound, “I guess I could always just ask her. She may hate me but she still talks to me. Ooh, and look how hard you’re getting, I knew you thought I was hot.“
“Like I said, it’s natural,“ he snaps back at her, “besides, she still hates you enough to lie to you for fun,“ he says, going back to her pussy, which he can’t help but reluctantly admit to himself is tasting better and better.
“Mmm, well, yeah, but even since, like, freshman year of high school she’s secretly been trying to be my best friend. She’s kind of damaged, you know. Mmhhmm, and she still owes me a favor for that whole Marcus situation, so I guess you could say I have her just where I want her as well.“
“Oh sure. Whatever you say, Becky“ he says, hitting her clit over and over with his tongue, putting his hands on her waist to get a better grip.
Her knees buckle a bit and she leans over his head, gasping and groaning as he works her clit, “Don’t doubt me Charlie, I’ve got you between my legs, and I’ll have you bend me over this couch before too long. You know I get what I want, and now you’re going to give it to me whenever I tell you, got it?“
“Got it,“ he says immediately, agreeing to her every word as he continues his dedicated work on her lower half.
“Good. Now stand up,“ she pulls him up by his face and kisses him, licking her juices from his lips and moaning as she tastes herself on him. “Now, you’re going to fuck me, and you’re not stopping until you burst, got it?“
“Got it,“ Charlie replies fast. “Just position yourself and I’ll begin Becky,“ he says, becoming more and more intimidated by his long-time friend.
“Good boy,“ she kisses him again and crawls onto the couch, leaning forward and pulling her skirt up, spreading her legs enough for her wet pussy to practically smile at him. “Dive in.“
He doesn’t hesitate shoving his cock deep inside of her pussy and starts pounding away, his balls slapping the base of her mound, the wet sound of their skin slapping together filling the empty room. His eyes lock to her tight ass, watching it bounce back on his chest as his cock shaft impales her pussy. “Mmm…oo fuck,“ he moans out deeply.
“Ooohh, fuck, that’s it Charlie, fuck me. Fuck me like she won’t let you, let it all out into me,“ she groans, pushing back so her ass slaps harder against his thighs. She squeezes his thick cock inside her with each trust, her lips pulling on his shaft.
He leans in close to her ear, “Yea you like that Becky? You like your cheating best friend’s cock? Hmm? Fuck yes. Mmrmnrmn Becky. That feels sooo good on my shaft!“ he growls and yells, admiring the way her ass slaps against him.
“Ooohh, fuck yes I do! Cheating cock always feels better!“ She leans up a bit to reach back and slap his thigh, “Cheating pussy does too babe, trust me.“ She groans and smiles in twisted satisfaction as he lets his frustrations out into her.
“Mmmfff-fuck Becky I’m so close already… your pussy is so good. I love the feeling of cheating on her with my best friend.“ He moans deep, pulling on her hair to make each thrust create a larger impact, slamming themselves together as he pounds her.
Becky’s drunk moaning grows louder as he pulls her head back by her hair, “Do it Charlie, fucking cum in me! Let it all out!“ Each loud, wet slap has more and more of her juices dripping down his balls and both of their thighs.
Charlie wraps his cold hand around her neck and squeezes lightly as he pounds her. Tip to base, faster, harder, sending waves of pleasure through both of their bodies. “Fuck, Becky… mmmmm fuck! I’m coming! Fuck! Fuck!“
She pulls his hand from her neck and slaps it to her shaking tits, grinding back against him and squeezing his cock inside her. Her forceful milking of his cock drags him over the edge. He lets out a loud groan as he lets go, pumping his hot cum inside her begging cunny, pulling her back against him by her tits. His release pushes her over the edge, making her shudder and cum hard on his cock. Her canal grips his cock even harder, fighting to squeeze every drop from his balls and shaft.
“Oh fuck,“ he moans gently, pulling out and nearly falling to the floor. “N-now what“ he asks, almost scared of what else she may have in store.
Becky collapses onto the couch and drags him down with her, taking a moment to catch her breath, “Now we bask, and you tell me who the better fuck is.“
“Y…you are, Becky“ he says panting heavily. “Cheating feels so good.“
She rolls over and kisses him, giggling a bit, “And to think, we could have been doing this since 8th grade“ She rolls off of him and pats his chest, “Ok, go get cleaned up and get me a towel.“
He smiles at her cheekiness and heads off to the bathroom to find a towel and get himself cleaned up. While he’s gone Becky reaches over to her bag and pulls out her phone, flicking through her contacts and finding one that hasn’t been used for a while. She’s not surprised when she gets an answer after two rings, “Stacy! Hi!“
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sqbzqa/prove_it_part_1_fmcheating
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