For a few weeks after my "incident" with Susie, I was gutted that I barely saw her. She would come and go as usual. But ever since our encounter she had been leaving for work before my girlfriend, Sal, and making sure that she didn't come back until after Sal was home.
Even when Susie did come home, she would spend most of the time in her room. She would always say hello to Sal, and give me a sarcastic smile (for a reason I had only recently discovered, Susie had found it necessary since the first time we met, to feign a hatred for me whenever Sal was around) before she would just go into her room, and be quiet for hours.
Of course, she knew what she was doing. Whilst Susie sat in the quiet of her room, she was well aware that I was out in the lounge, perched on the sofa, that very sofa where she had sucked me dry, cuddling into Sal, stroking her long blonde hair, and all I could think about was her.
Sal would kiss me and cuddle me, and smile at me, even try to talk to me. But I couldn't get the feeling out of my head. That feeling was the feeling of the flat of Susie's tongue caressing my hard cock in her mouth, and I would remember the feeling of the long intense vibration as she came with my cock in her mouth, moaning loudly.
I had to shift in the seat on more than a few occasions, so Sal didn't feel the rising swell in my boxers as I thought about her hot friend's tongue.
I started to wonder though if Susie really did still think about me, after a couple of weeks. The same routine continued almost nightly, and it became more and more puzzling. I mean, yeah at first I thought it was teasing and flirting, egging me on with promises of more...some day, but now...well now I started to wonder if it wasn't just out of embarrassment that Susie decided to stay in her room, and I felt a little guilty at that.
A full month passed, and Susie was spending less time in the flat. She kept giving me that intense stare with the sarcastic smile when I saw her, but a lot of the time she was drunk, and she would sneer at me, and mumble something indistinct under her breath.
One night, however, proved to be the major turning point in the battle for power, a battle that I didn't even know existed until that night.
It was a dark evening in late October, and Sal had not long arrived home from the late shift at work (although you must remember my suspicions about where she really was when she was "late"). I had been home for a few hours and after we had eaten the dinner that I had prepared, she and I were sitting like any normal couple. This was when it happened. We were halfway though watching a movie on TV when I heard the front door swing open and clatter against the hallway wall. Sal, who was by now cuddling into my chest, turned and looked over her shoulder at me, and rolled her eyes,
"Here she is again, most likely totally plastered..." she chuckled.
"Yeah..." I started, but Susie had now burst into the living room. She was dressed in a low cut top, which I must admit was showing off her small breasts wonderfully, and a short, short skirt which allowed the curve and smoothness of her leg to bare to the whole world. Her hair was tied into pigtails and she was wearing just one shoe. She stopped as she saw us, flashed me that hugely sarcastic grin, and promptly dropped her handbag. As she bent down to pick it up I was sure I got a quick glimpse of thong, a suspicion which was confirmed when Sal's hand playfully connected with the back of my head, and she shot me a stern look.
Susie opened her bedroom door and almost fell in, before turning around, and exclaiming loudly,
"Oh yeah, I forgot, I've got company..." before she even finished her sentence I was sure I saw her eyes fix on mine, but as I looked her eyes darted back to the lounge door, where a tall guy had now entered the room. He was the sort of guy that Susie would normally associate herself with, the rugby playing type, rather than guys like me, who were more the drum playing kind of guys. The guy waved meekly at us, clearly embarrassed by how drunk his new acquaintance was.
"Oh yeah, we wont be too loud! Ha!" Susie exclaimed before pulling the guy into her room and slamming the door.
Sal and I got back to our movie, and I tried to concentrate on what was going on on the screen in front of me, but all I could think of was Susie. About 15 minutes later I thought I could hear some noises coming from her room, and so I gently pushed my ear against the wall, doing my best to make sure Sal didn't know what I was doing.
As soon as I did, I regretted it. Muffled gasps and moans were loudly coming from Susie's mouth, and I distinctly heard bed springs squeak as she shouted,
"Oh yeah baby, I love to ride you....Oh fuck yeah...deeper...deeper....Oh fuck Im gonna cum baby."
My regret changed into excitement as I realised I could hear almost everything that was going on in that room. I pushed my ear closer to the wall.
"Oooooooh baby, yes, yes! OOOOHHHHH!! Now...you...baby...cum...in...me!!"
I heard the guy groan a little and Susie told him not yet, she didn't want him to finish then. They were talking dirty to each other as I heard the bed springs relax, they were standing up. The voices got louder as they walked towards the wall I was listening to.
"So what now?" I heard the guy ask.
