I am Jessie's girl. And I know that his best friend wants me. I have noticed him looking at me in that particular way, somehow both piercing and blurred, as though he was imagining a close up view of the skin beneath my clothes.
We are sitting on concrete benches outside school, and Jessie is whispering insistently in my ear, his hand creeping up my leg: "Come on...we could leave now, go to the park, get a little privacy...go on, you know you want to!" So naturally I blush, I'm sure Jake can hear him. I don't know who wants me more- probably Jake, with all the added intensity of not being able to have me.
I find myself playing up to it, to Jake, just because I can, returning those looks of his with ones of my own which make him blush and squirm a bit. I'm not entirely doing it out of spite or pity: believe me Jake is good looking enough, nice eyes and shiny dark brown hair, good body from training (he's on the soccer team with Jessie). If I wasn't already attached, I'd definitely consider him.
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(I watch you walking in front of me, and wish it was my hand in your back pocket instead of his. Unrequited lust sucks. I dream of you sometimes, in various states of undress, crawling accross the bed to me with a look that makes my body convulse with desire. But of course you only ever look at him like that: I feel the knot of jealousy tighten in my chest followed by the dull emptiness of realising the futility of it all.)
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I start to think down inappropriate lines: knowing their common desire, my imagination depicts us on a bed, me sandwiched between their naked bodies, their hands wandering all over me. It is the sense of my own power which allows me to dwell on these thoughts, begin my attempt to create the reality.
I first suggest this to Jessie as we are lying in bed together, under the soccer team pennant and all his posters. Again, I have the power, and I go down on him, taking him in my mouth, sliding up and down, licking round the head and sucking on him as he gets even harder, and I feel a little pre-cum leak into my mouth. and then I stop to ask him about my 'little idea': he's hardly in a state to outright refuse- anything to get my mouth back around his cock. Although I'm not sure he would admit to wanting his best friend to be in on this kind of thing.
But I share him with other girls, why shouldn't he share me, temporarily, on "his terms".
Getting them drunk is easy, and I start to flirt with both of them. I had decided not to go for the clingiest, most revealing outfit, just one that would make me feel even hornier than I was already. So I am sitting between them on the couch, in a silky camisole top (no bra) and tight-fitting jeans.