Feel free to check my profile for my previous post, but this is a continuation of my last story, where my boyfriend Dan let his friend Hank fuck me without telling me.
I was obviously nervous Dan would find out, and Hank never indicated he told Dan or that he was gonna bring it up again, but I of course couldn’t help but think about it every time I saw him, or saw his open door, remembering what a slut I had been on his bed.
A few days later, Dan, Hank, and I were at their apartment, pregaming for a party we were supposed to go to later in the evening. I’d had a few drinks and was feeling a little tipsy, when Dan and Hank came out of the kitchen and back into the living room. Dan turned to me with a smile and said, “Were you a good girl for Hank?”. It took me a second to register what he said. “What?” I asked, thinking I misheard him.
They both looked at one another and smiled. “The other day when I was in class. Were you a good girl for Hank? Did you give him what he wanted?”