I shouldn't have been surprised then when I caught him fucking another girl. I just didn't expect it to be my best friend Jane. It happened one day when I came home early from work. I opened the door to the apartment and heard loud moans coming from our bedroom. I was confused, not exactly sure what was going on. I walked into the living room, entranced by the high-pitched groans of ecstasy that filled the apartment.
Leaving the living room, I entered the narrow hallway that ran back to the bathroom and the bedroom I shared with Patrick. Lying on the green carpet was a pair of red panties. They weren't mine. I reached down and picked them up; they were damp to the touch.
The door to the bedroom was slightly open, and I snuck up to peek in. There, naked on my bed was my best friend Jane. My boyfriend was with her. He was naked, and his head was buried between her legs. She was writhing back and forth on the bed, massaging her own breasts.
I was stunned, in complete shock. I was furious, both at Patrick and Jane. But I couldn't turn away. I couldn't stop watching.
Jane was my best friend. I'd known her from high school, where we'd both been cheerleaders together. She was a short brunette with small boobs. I think she'd always been jealous of me, because my breasts were larger and I always got more attention from the boys than she did. I never thought she'd go so low to fuck my boyfriend. And Patrick, who loves to tit-fuck me, I thought would never go for someone with a flat chest like Jane. But what I found most surprising was how Patrick was licking and sucking on Jane's twat. I always had to beg Jane to go down on me, and here he was licking my so-called friend's pussy eagerly. The bastard!
Jane was thrashing on the bed in pleasure as Patrick slurped at her slit. The musky scent of her pussy juice filled the room and breathing her smell in and watching the two of them in front of me was hypnotic. Against all instincts, I found myself getting turned on. I felt that familiar twinge between my legs as I moistened. Realizing I was still holding Jane's sex-soaked panties, I held them up to my face. Her smell was everywhere and I tentative stuck my tongue out, tasting her dampness. My other hand snuck down my pants and underneath my underwear to massage my clit. I imagined that I was licking Jane as I watched my boyfriend eat her out. Jane stopped playing with her nipples, grabbed the backs of her knees and lifted her legs up to her chest to give Patrick better access to her dripping pussy. It was shaven and slick with the mix of his saliva and her wetness. Then she reached down, pulling her asscheeks apart.
I stood there in stunned silence as Patrick kissed down my friend's cunt to focus his tongue on her asshole. He was rimming her, lapping wantonly at her little pink pucker. He'd never done that to me, not that I would have minded in the least. I watched as he pressed his tongue in and out of her back door. She was moaning loudly, begging for Patrick to fuck her. I echoed Jane's cries. "Fuck her," I quietly repeated over and over to myself.
Patrick knelt up between Jane's legs, positioning his cock right at the entrance to her sex. It was bizarre, watching my boyfriend fuck another girl, let alone my best friend. But it was turning me on beyond belief. I continued rubbing my clit furiously, biting my lip to keep quiet. His ass slowly descended as he stuck that cock right in her. When he was fully inside, he pulled back out, just as slowly. Then back down again into her pussy.
I licked Jane's panties, devouring her taste. My hand on my cunt was busy rubbing my little button.
They continued fucking, and my hand matched their rhythm. In. Out. They fucked with wild abandon. My hand furiously pushed me towards orgasm. Then Patrick's hips starting bucking uncontrollably, and they climaxed loudly. Thinking about his warm come filling her insides was enough to bring me off as well. I creamed my panties, soaking them.
Realizing that I didn't want to be caught, I tip-toed back down the hallway and out of the apartment. I got in the car and drove around the block, only barely aware that I still had Jane's panties. I drove for what seemed like hours before returning.
When I came back to the apartment, Jane was gone. Patrick said that he'd seen me watching them. My feelings were conflicted: I was angry and turned on. He said that it wasn't the first time he'd fucked her. She wasn't the only one he'd done, either. And then he said that from then on, I'd have to watch every time he brought a girl home to fuck her little pussy. I readily agreed and we went back to the bedroom where he fucked me so incredibly hard that I came over and over again. Now I come home early from work as much as possible, hoping to catch him wit