Chapter 11
It might sound stupid, but that whole thing was eating me up inside. On the rainy day, Angie came over to my place and we hooked up hard—I didn’t think about what it might cause, it wasn’t an impulse thing, it was straight-up dumb. The three of us had fucked together just once, but this time I did it with her and didn’t say a word to John. My fear is he’ll get pissed and feel betrayed, worse, that he’ll go out and hook up with someone else.
The next day, I told him I needed to talk about something after class. We met at my house—no one was around, so we could chat easy. He showed up pumped, thinking we were gonna fuck, but he got disappointed quick.
“Johnny, I gotta tell you something and you might get really mad at me.”
“What is it?”
“So, Angie came over here to the house and we ended up fucking…” I spilled it all at once, no beating around the bush.
He went quiet for a few moments, thinking.
“I don’t know what to say. We didn’t have any rules about this. I guess I can’t complain.”
“But are you mad at me?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. And if I am, I don’t have the right to be.”
I tried to keep the conversation going, but everything he said was that he didn’t know or needed to think. We didn’t have any agreement on the subject—did that one threesome give us the right to hook up with her without telling? Looks like no.
“But can you at least tell me how you’re feeling?”
“Imagine if it was the other way around? I think you’d be feeling the same as me right now.”
I’d be feeling doubtful and a little betrayed. The worst part is, I’m sure if I’d asked, he would’ve been cool with it—I know him. The vibe got super awkward. I tried to crack a joke to cheer him up, but he wasn’t into it much.
“Want a little blowjob to perk you up? A blowjob as my apology?”
“Sure…”
He didn’t seem interested in my offer, but I figured it was just him being sulky. I took him to the back, to the laundry area, and pulled down the shorts he was wearing. I was all smiles, pretending like nothing happened, and he could only muster a weak grin. I got down on my knees and grabbed his dick, starting with a light handjob, mixing in some sloppy licks to get him nice and wet. I looked up at him and he was silent, every now and then letting out an awkward moan. Normally, he’d be grinning and making that hot horny face of his. I counted to three to keep from getting pissed—I was in the wrong and had to take it.
I sucked him off out of spite. His cock got hard and I took it in my mouth, massaging his balls the way he likes. I was using Tati’s technique—it seemed better than mine. She twists her head while sucking, pulling, then goes straight, which kinda made me dizzy, but he seemed to love it.
“Want to cum in my mouth?”
“No, I want to cum on your face, that cool?”
That was new to me. Right then, I loved the idea and got super turned on, but later I wondered if he wanted it out of anger or something. I sped up and told him to warn me when he was gonna cum so I could pull off. My hand from his balls went back to squeeze his ass hard—he’s got a beautifully perfect ass. His cock was hot and got rock hard, like stone. I think he liked it when I squeezed his ass like that. I wanted to clear up a doubt that hit me right then, so I slid my hand higher and ran my fingers between his cheeks. I felt it when I passed his asshole—I stopped there and squeezed all around without trying to push in. He shivered and moaned loud right away.
“I’m gonna cum!” he warned, barely getting the words out.
I pulled my mouth off and kept working with my hands. He was right at face level and I waited, wanting to watch him cum up close like that. Then he shook and tensed up, let out a muffled groan like it hurt, and I felt his cum shooting all over my face—eyes, nose, mouth, it was everywhere. Like always in these moments, I burst out laughing, trying to open my eyes and wipe the excess jizz off my face.
“I should’ve taken a pic of you like that!” he said, now smiling more.
“No fucking way I’d let you.”
“That was good, huh!”
“You like that hand back there?”
“Yeah, it was good.”
I don’t know if he really wanted to admit that the hand on his hole made all the difference. I decided not to push it ‘cause guys get weird about that stuff, but I’m totally sure he loved it—and loved it a lot. I went to wash my face right there in the sink. I wanted to give it to him, but my parents could show up any minute and he’d need time to recover. I wanted to cheer him up to see if he’d forget, but his mood didn’t change.
“My turn for some head too, Johnny?”
“Yeah, I’ll eat you out, Vee,” he said like it didn’t matter.
“Front or from behind?” He always picks from behind.
“You choose.”
I took a deep breath and stayed calm. I pulled down my shorts and panties and bent over the washing machine, arching my back. He always started with little kisses on my ass cheeks, around my asshole, then down to my pussy—he went straight to it this time. It was the most boring eat-out anyone’s ever given me. His tongue just made me tense.
“Dude, if you don’t wanna do it, don’t.”
He didn’t say anything, just pulled back and looked away. I got dressed and got the message loud and clear.
“John, go home. When you wanna talk, come find me.”
I pulled my clothes back up and went in through the kitchen door without walking him to the front gate like I usually did. He left without a proper goodbye. To be continued.