After her encounter with Mike, Rachel returned to my room expecting wild sex, but instead found me pouting in bed. What followed was a long, difficult conversation that I don't really want to relive in full right now. Her main point was that I was watching outside the whole time and that she figured I'd step in if anything was crossing the line. Since I didn't, that meant everything should be ok and I couldn't be mad at her. My main point was that she willingly had a sexual encounter (a very intense sexual encounter from what I could tell) with my friend and my reluctance to intervene doesn't mean I approved of it. She cried, saying she was just going along with Mike because she thought I liked her teasing my friends. She was just trying to follow my lead on how to please me sexually and now I was shaming her for it. When she found out that I had cum three times (I had jacked off again waiting for her to return because I didn't want to be horny while trying to talk to her), I didn't really have anything to say back.
I tried to get her to agree to no more nude shows and no more sexual favors for my friends (no matter how much they tried to cajole her), and that's when she really got mad. She told me she'd stop the first time I said something was going too far while it was happening (and not afterward when I'd already cum), but she didn't think I'd ever do that because I loved it too much. I managed to get her to agree to at least talk to me before doing anything else so extreme, and she agreed with one condition.
That one condition was that I owed Mike something because his confidence and expertise had caused me to blow three loads in my pants and had opened my girlfriend's mind to a whole new area of sexual exploration. She didn't know what exactly I owed him, but after all this turmoil, I eventually agreed. I figured that eventually she'd give him a handjob or something, but that would be it. If he heard about this favor I owed him, he'd want to fuck her, I was sure of it. But his giant dick couldn't fit inside any part of her, so I was in the clear there.
Having come to some sort of agreement, we relaxed in the room for a bit longer, coming down from the emotional high of the argument. Eventually, we got dressed and headed downstairs to find Kyle and Andrew watching cartoons, Kyle wearing only his swim trunks, Andrew completely naked.
"Andrew, what the fuck," I said.
"What?" he asked, innocently. I scoffed and he looked down at his naked body. "Oh this? I've decided to embrace the nudist within me."
"Just because you're some hippie that let's everything fly doesn't mean we all wanna see your dick all the time," I said.
"If you don't want to look at my dick, then don't," he said, shrugging.
"But if you want to look at it," Rachel said, nudging me. "Here's your big chance."
That got a laugh out of the guys, but not from me. Rachel plopped down in the easy chair, leaving me with the seat next to Andrew on the couch. I cursed to myself and sat down next to him. He jokingly yawned and stretched, pushing his naked thigh up against mine and draping his arm around my shoulder. I brushed him off and the three of them laughed at me. Great, I thought.
Everyone's attention turned back to the TV as we waited for Mike to finish up whatever he was doing. We were all still somewhat hungover and he generally decided what we did anyway. I couldn't really concentrate on the TV, though, due in part to my hangover and due in part to the naked man next to me. I took another look down at his dick. It was only a couple inches long flaccid, and flopped over a short-cropped bed of hair. Clearly Andrew had prepared for this.
I can't believe my friend is making me look at his dick, I thought, staring at it. I had to admit it was a pretty-looking dick, as far as dicks go. I just wished he'd kept it away because now I couldn't stop thinking about it. I realized I was still staring at his dick and looked up, catching his eye before he quickly looked away. Fuck, I thought. I think he saw me checking him out. I assured myself that it was nothing, though. I was subtle, he couldn't have seen me.
Then it flopped. I caught the movement out of the corner of my eye as it flopped over on its side and pointed at me. I chanced a quick glance down. Fuck. It was definitely bigger. The shaft was a bit thicker and the head was poking out of his cut foreskin more. I wondered if it was because he caught me looking at it or if he was just getting horny being naked in front of Rachel again. Thinking of Rachel, I looked at her, only to see her smirking right back at me. My heartbeat ratcheted up. I wasn't sure about Andrew, but Rachel had definitely seen me checking out his dick. I didn't need this right now.
"What the fuck, Andrew," Mike said, coming down the stairway. "Why's your dick out?"
"I wanted to get dressed, but Brian wouldn't let me," Andrew said, pouting.
"What?!" I shouted. "That's not true at all!"
"Little Brian protests too much, methinks," Rachel said, smirking.
"Little Brian's not protesting this at all!" Andrew shouted, grabbing my crotch. They all burst out laughing as I pushed his hands off. I hadn't been hard at all, at least not really, but now they all thought I was. Great.
"What should we do today?" I asked, anxious to change topics as they collected themselves.
"Rachel said today was about you," Kyle said.
"Yeah!" Mike said. "And you never thanked me for my gift to you."
"Wait, what did you get him?" Andrew asked. Mike turned to Rachel.
"You want to show them?" he asked. She immediately blushed.
"No need," I said. I turned to Mike and heaped as much sarcasm into my voice as I could. "And thank you. So much."
"Come on," Kyle said. "What happened?"
"Actually, that gives me an idea," Mike said. I didn't like where this was going. "Today's about Brian and catching him up on everything that's happened, right?"
They all nodded.
"How about we show him the winning dive from last night that he missed?" Mike said.
"We can't," Rachel said. "I don't wanna get wet." When the guys sniggered, she added, "I meant in the pool! I don't wanna go in the pool right now."
"We can show him right here," Mike said, then turned to me. "It'll be worth it. I promise."
I turned to Rachel and raised my eyebrows. She blushed deeply and avoided my eyes.
"What do you say, Rachel?" Mike asked, holding out his hand to her. She smiled up at him and nodded, grabbing his hand and standing up. They walked to the door to the kitchen, hand in hand.
"Wait," I said, and they stopped. "Where are you going?"
"We have to get, well," she paused, blushing. "We have to get naked."
"Can't you show me over your clothes?" I asked.
"No," she said. "You'll understand when you see. I'll be a little nude, but it's nothing your friends haven't seen."
No one can be a "little" nude, I thought to myself as they went into the kitchen. I sat pouting in my seat next to Andrew. Once again I'd failed to keep my girlfriend clothed for any length of time, though I felt my dick start to harden in my pants despite the self-abuse it took this morning. Looking over at Andrew, I saw he was getting excited too. We heard their clothes hit the floor, then Rachel giggle. Then they started talking, but too quiet for us to make out the words. Then I thought I heard a wet smack.
"I wonder what they're doing in there," Andrew said, turning and kneeling on the sofa to look toward the kitchen. His now mostly hard dick stuck away from his crotch at my eye level, just over my right shoulder. I resolved to ignore it. I'd gotten enough shit about looking at it today.
"Well, he's gotta be hard for the trick to work," Kyle said.
"Really?" I asked, not at all amused.
