My first threesome in college was my introduction to cheating - Part 2

Before I jump back in I got a few messages asking what Sasha and Emma looked like. Sasha was tall, pale, and slender, around 5’ 8” with natural soft amber brown curls, brown eyes, and a very artsy appearance. Even in uni she had a lot of tattoos, and always wore a lot of jewelry - necklace stacks, multiple rings, lots of ear piercings, etc. She was thin, but had a very cute and perky butt, adorably toned stomach, loosely defined abs, and smaller B-cup breasts.

Emma on the other hand was short, probably 5’ 2” or so, short jet black hair with bangs, hazel eyes, and tan skin. If I remember correctly she was a quarter hispanic, and had that latina sort of personality and aura, if you know what I’m talking about. She didn’t have any tattoos or piercings besides basic ear rings that I can remember, but that’s not what I was really looking at when it came to her. She was still on the slimmer side of things, but she had beautiful curves, a round and firm butt, and gorgeous breasts - perky, C or D cups - probably the most objectively attractive breasts I’ve still ever seen.

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Anyway, jumping back into the story, I had just left Sasha’s house on that Sunday morning and was walking back to my apartment when I got another text from Emma. “I wish I could’ve slept in too, for some reason I was wide awake right at 8”, followed shortly by a second text that read “Was Sasha awake last night when you got back?”.

While walking, I simply responded “Nah, she was KO’d when I got back, just like I expected lol” then added “Did you sleep well at least, if not long enough?”.

Emma responded immediately, the three dots popping up before I could even close out of the messages app. “Aww bummer she wasn’t waiting up” … “And yeah, I slept great, always do after getting myself off ;)”

I tripped a little when I read her last message, not expecting her to be so up front. After the initial shock wore off, I felt a little bit of a rush knowing that our conversation and flirting the previous night wasn’t just drunk banter. Not wanting to say something dumb and knowing I was getting into sketchy waters, I waited until I got back to my apartment to respond, eventually sending “Eh it’s all good, we more than made up for it this morning” … and then tried to play it cool responding to her second message with “And I mean don’t we all ;)”

Emma just responded with a mix of blushing and laughing emojis, so I hopped in the shower and got on with the rest of my day. It was a little difficult getting into the “grading papers” mindset, my thoughts constantly drifting off to Emma and Sasha, and I probably gave away way too many A’s that day.

That week was a fairly ordinary busy school week, and after a few days of not seeing or hearing from Emma I started to forget all about it. As the week wore on, Sasha and I started planning our weekend. A few of my friends were throwing a day party on Saturday, and on Friday night Sasha and I talked about throwing a little dinner party.

We both loved to cook, and it was a fairly regular occurrence for us to cook dinner for her housemates, a way for me to stay on their good side considering how many nights I spent there. Anyways, she texted her roommates, I invited my friend Chris who I shared my apartment with, and then I asked her “Want to invite Emma?”.

Sasha smirked a little when I asked and gave me a look, but then agreed and said “yeah let’s do it”. She ended up texting her the invite, not knowing that I had her number.

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Come Friday afternoon, after my last class got out I ran to the store, picking up everything for a nice italian-esque dinner and a few bottles of wine. At the store, Emma texted me, asking “anything I can bring tonight?”.

A few minutes later when I saw the message, I responded “Nah, just yourself!”, and again almost immediately received a message from her. This time she had sent a selfie, angled down to show just a hint of her cleavage underneath a black top with the caption “Can do, see you guys soon <3”.

By this point, I had obviously picked up on the fact that she was flirting - texting me directly, the sexual forwardness, the selfie - but in my head was rationalizing it as her flirting with both me and Sasha. At the same time, I was fantasizing about just her, my mind running a little wild with different scenarios that didn’t involve Sasha at all.

Anyways, the dinner went well, the six of us enjoying the food and wine and having a lot of fun destressing after a busy week. There were a lot of mildly teasing moments while Sasha and I were finishing up cooking, Emma helping out as she showed up a little early, but for the sake of brevity I’ll fast forward a little.

During dinner Chris and I had invited all of the girls to the party the following day, everyone agreeing. Soon after we finished eating Chris was the first to head out, followed shortly by Sasha’s two roommates, off to another friend's house. Emma, Sasha and I were alone downstairs tidying up, and in conversation I brought up a story that happened at Micky’s. Micky’s was the colloquial name for the somewhat rundown college bar near our campus that was locally famous for cheap drinks and free pool tables, and when Emma said she’d somehow never been I said “oh what, we should go tonight then”.

Sasha said “I’m down but I’ll need to change and get ready”, gesturing down to her casual yoga pants and sweater. I reminded her that no one really gets dressed up for Micky’s, but she countered saying “I mean if we’re going out I want to look hotter than this”.

Emma chimed in, saying “I don’t know, I think you look pretty hot regardless”. Sasha just laughed off the compliment, then asked “Help me pick an outfit?”

I wasn’t sure who she was asking, and it didn’t seem like Emma did either, because we both responded “sure” in unison, eliciting some laughs from all three of us. Sasha didn’t clarify though, instead just walking upstairs to her room. Emma and I looked at each other and I gave her a little shrug, motioning for her to follow.

After following Sasha into her room, I hopped onto her bed and sat up against the headboard while the girls started looking through her closet. I was feeling a nice buzz from the wine earlier at dinner, and just leaned back and enjoyed the view in front of me, absentmindedly thinking about the whole situation I was finding myself in.

Sasha turned to me, holding up a pair of light blue jeans with a few rips along the thigh and showed a few different tops. I had seen her in all of these outfits before, had even bought most of the tops for her, and she asked which one I thought she should wear.

I told her to try the long sleeve black one first, and somewhat to my surprise she tossed the clothes on the bed and in one smooth motion pulled her sweater up over her head. Sasha had never had a problem with nudity, but it wasn’t necessarily like her to just strip down in front of someone like this.

She was wearing a simple cotton bra, her nipples poking through slightly. I gave her a little whistle, causing Emma to laugh and Sasha to say something like “oh shush it’s nothing new”. After she pulled on the top she asked what we thought, and Emma spoke first, saying “Let’s see it with the jeans”.

Sasha pulled down her yoga pants, revealing again a simple pair of black cotton panties. When she bent down to pick them up I saw Emma checking her ass out, and I made a quick comment like “Hey that’s my girlfriend you’re staring at”, again causing everyone to giggle a little.

Sasha pulled on the jeans, and I truthfully told her that it seemed a little formal for Micky’s. She agreed, then pulled the top off and put it back in her dresser. Now just wearing her bra and jeans, she stood at the edge of the bed and held up another black top. Before Sasha could say anything, Emma spoke up, grabbing a different, more low cut olive green top. She said “I like this one”, holding it out towards Sasha’s chest.

Sasha took it from her and said “Mmm okay, I need a different bra for this one though”. As she turned back to her dresser she paused and looked at Emma, then joked “we’re not all as blessed as you” pointing towards Emma’s very eye-catching cleavage. This was the first time that I saw her blush, and we all laughed again as she responded, saying “Yeah whatever girl I would kill for abs like that”.

I wasn’t sure what Sasha was going to do once she picked up her black, lace lined push up bra, but I stayed silent and let the two girls chat while I watched. In the midst of their banter, Sasha reached behind her and unclasped the bra she was wearing, letting it fall off her shoulders to the floor below her. She obviously was enjoying teasing both of us, and didn’t seem to be in any hurry to put on the new bra, giving Emma plenty of time to obviously check out her bare breasts.

Emma complimented her, saying “oh my god you’re gorgeous girl, this tattoo is beautiful too”, reaching out and running her finger along one of Sasha’s rib tattoos just below her right breast. Sasha said something in response about the tattoo, leaning in to her touch and turning slightly, Emma letting her hand slide down the length of the tattoo towards her waist.

I sat silent, almost paralyzed, in my head thinking that if I moved somehow this amazing show in front of me would end. After a minute of them talking about Sasha’s tattoos though she slipped the new bra and top on. When she had it on she turned towards me and asked “look good?”

I nodded my head and said yes maybe a little eagerly, which caused both of them to giggle again. Sasha turned to her jewelry box on her dresser and started looking through it, inviting Emma to come look as well. Emma complimented some of the necklaces and her taste in jewelry, and Sasha asked if she wanted to wear some.

I honestly felt like I was in heaven, a little wine drunk watching these two beautiful girls try on different necklaces and bracelets. They both eventually settled on what they were wearing, and I couldn’t help but stare at the necklace Emma was wearing as it dangled down to the top of her cleavage. It was one of Sasha’s favorites, a few loops of gold chain that sat higher up around her collarbones and neck, and then a longer loop that drifted down and ended in a small sun charm.

I had bought it for Sasha earlier in the year for her birthday, and seeing Emma wear it brought back an immediate flashback to that night. After taking Sasha out for dinner, I had seen the necklace quite close, Sasha wearing it while riding me in the back seat of my car, the chain bouncing and hitting my face repeatedly. I locked eyes with Sasha and she gave me a wink and a very seductive smirk, unsure if she was thinking the same thing as me.

Finally though the girls were ready, and after we headed downstairs and took a shot of tequila we set out into the cool night for the short walk over to the bar. There was a lot of light banter between the three of us, and while I don’t remember the specifics of what we talked about there was a very flirty sexual vibe between us.

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The bar was crowded but not packed, and while the girls went over to say hi to someone they knew I waited and got us a round of beer. I guess while I was waiting they also sweet talked two guys into wrapping up their game of pool to free up a table, and when I came over with drinks for the girls they shot me a glance that seemd to be a mix of “fuck you” and “jealousy”.

Sasha, being notoriously bad at any sort of hand-eye coordination games, exclaimed that Emma was on her team, and while we started to play and drink our buzzes started building back up. None of us were taking it super seriously, constantly making jokes and trying to mess each other up. During one of my hits, Sasha came up behind me and playfully slapped my ass. During one of Sasha’s turns, Emma stood behind her and helped guide her hands, their faces pressed together side by side as they lined up a shot, both giggling when they completely missed and scratched.

After a few turns it was clear that neither of them were expert pool sharks, as they were already behind by 3 or 4 balls despite me being mediocre at best. I made a proposal to them, telling them they could each take a turn instead of alternating, but if I still won then they had to buy the next round of drinks. They readily agreed, and while the rest of the game was close I was able to still eke out a win.

Once I sunk the 8-ball, we all chugged the last bit of our beer and Sasha went up to the bar to buy another round while Emma and I set up the table again. Pretty much as soon as Sasha turned the corner to the bar, Emma started brushing up against me, bumping into me and placing a hand on me when she laughed while we bantered.

We were trash talking each other a little, and Emma said something along the lines of “maybe I just need to distract you with my cleavage a little more since you can’t seem to stop staring”. Feeling emboldened by my buzz, I responded humorously, telling her it was worth a shot to try, then adding “For one, I’m looking at my girlfriend's beautiful necklace, and two, don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing every time you bend over to take a shot.”

She just laughed and hit my arm again, and shortly after Sasha returned with another round. We agreed to play by the same rules, them having two shots to each of mine, and they brought up betting on it again. Sasha said “if we win you have to buy us a round of shots tonight, and dinner tomorrow after the party”. I readily agreed, then again feeling bold and being a dumb horny college kid, said “and all I ask if I win is that the two of you have to kiss each other”.

They both laughed, Sasha making some comment about me being dumb and “so basic”, but I just shrugged my shoulders in response and said “so deal?”. They leaned in and whispered to each other, and I noticed Emma’s hand rest on Sasha’s waist, her fingers hooking through one of the empty belt loops. They both laughed, then pulled away from each other and said “deal, but we get to pick the shots if we win”.

We shook on it, then started our game. I broke, sinking a stripe ball off the bat, and started trash talking right away. Maybe it was divine karma, or maybe Emma really was a secret pool shark, but I proceeded to fairly decisively get my ass handed to me. I was legitimately trying to win, but even Sasha was making lucky shots, and after 10 minutes of back and forth she sunk the 8-ball while I had just one stripe left on the table.

After taking some well deserved humorous verbal abuse from them, I said “Alright I’ll pay up. I guess my fantasies will stay fantasies today.” Emma quickly countered with something like “oh so now you’re fantasizing about me kissing your girlfriend?”

I could see Sasha’s face redden a little, more than just the effects of the alcohol, and responded saying “I have a feeling I’m not the only one fantasizing about it”, then quickly asked them what they wanted for their shots.

We all still had half of our last round of beers left, so after giving the pool table to another group waiting to play, the girls went and took one of the semi-circular booths in the corner of the bar. They had requested shots of “the fanciest tequilla”, which thankfully at Micky’s was just a bottle of Ocho Plato.

When I returned with our shots, I slid into the booth on Emma’s side so she was in the middle between Sasha and I. We cheersed the shots, and after tapping them on the table all took them in one swoop, each biting into our limes afterwards. Sasha made some sort of comment about how nice winning feels, and I told them to rub it in all they want, declaring that I wasn’t a sore loser.

By this point we were now bordering on drunk, and as we slowly sipped our beers our conversation picked right back up and was very flirty and fun. Emma was sharing some stories about her failed dating life, and asking about how Sasha and I had gotten together. At some point while we were talking I had turned slightly towards them, one of my legs bent up and resting sideways on the booth adjacent to Emma, the other planted on the floor below the table.

While Sasha was telling a story about one of her roommate’s misadventures, I felt one of Emma’s legs brush against mine under the table. I stayed still, figuring it was an accident, but soon felt it again, this time resting firmly against the side of my thigh, rocking up and down slowly.

After another one of Emma’s dating stories that ended in a terrible hook up with someone I knew who apparently had a foot fetish, our conversation became very sexual. We started talking about various kinks we had experience with, with Emma saying we must be into public/risky sex given our library study room experience. I said something like “who doesn’t like a little risk?”, and Sasha asked “ooo okay, if you could have sex anywhere on campus where would it be?”

Emma spoke first, looking to Sasha and saying “I mean the way Ben talked about fucking you in the study room sounded pretty hot, I’d be lying if I haven’t thought a lot about that now”.

I could tell Sasha was feeling a little more bold after our last shot, as she dramatically responded saying “it was so hot … but no fair you can’t copy us”, laughing, then continuing “you gotta pick somewhere original”.

Emma thought for a moment, then said, “ooo okay I’ve always thought it’d be fun to sneak into the stadium at night and ride someone in the top deck of the stands”. Sasha and I both let out a low “oooo hell yeah that’s a good one”, and I followed it up by asking Sasha what hers would be.

She didn’t hesitate, saying something new that she hadn’t even shared with me. “It’s obviously not very doable but every time I use the sauna in the women's locker room after working out I get crazy horny for some reason … I’d love to get fucked in there”.

I loved her answer and said something like “damn yeah that sounds amazing”. Emma’s leg, still resting against mine under the table, slowly pushed into mine and rubbed against it, then asked in a teasing voice “So when are we working out together? I’ll sauna with you”, causing all three of us to laugh.

The girls turned to me, Emma saying “your turn”. I thought for a moment, then said “Have you ever been in the chem lab up on the top floor of the engineering building? I’d want to fuck in there at night overlooking the backside of campus”.

The girls both laughed, one of them teasing “so scenic”, and I added “plus I feel like those tall lab tables would be the perfect height for eating someone out”. Sasha feigned offense, playfully emphasizing and air quoting “who’s this someone?”.

I retorted “you know what I mean”, dramatically rolling my eyes. Emma chimed in, turning to Sasha and saying in a teasingly pouty tone “girl I’m so jealous I haven’t been properly eaten out in so long”. We all laughed again, and before Sasha could respond I teased her “see, you should feel lucky, apparently I’m a hot commodity”.

Sasha giggled and said to Emma “oh please don’t let his ego get any bigger than it already is”. Emma turned to me and amidst our drunken giggles blatantly asked “Have any friends at this party tomorrow who you know give good head?”.

I pretended to think for a minute, rubbing my chin, then said “unfortunately I can’t recall any conversations with my friends about our affinity for giving head …” then wanting to push a little shrugged and added “if you ask her nicely maybe Sasha will loan me out”.

After more laughs and Sasha playfully telling me to shut it, Emma pivoted the conversation and asked “okay my turn, what’s everyone’s top fantasy right now?”.

I had briefly told Emma about our bucket list on the walk back to her apartment last week, but hadn’t told Sasha I had let her know about it. Sasha looked to me questioningly, then said somewhat shyly “you first”. I joked at first, saying “well now obviously it’s to sneak into the Sauna with Sasha … but other than that …” I paused for a moment and weighed my options, then went for it and said “I mean you guys can call me basic all you want but probably a threesome”.

Emma quickly responded, saying “oh right, predictable Mr. Never Have I Ever, then teased two guys or two girls?”. I put my hands up in a you-caught-me sort of gesture, and after some giggles we turned to Sasha. She hesitated, took the final sip of her beer, then said “alright if we’re just talking purely fantasy, I won’t be basic”, looking at me with a grin, then shared something we had talked about before, “I want to be fucked in like a dimly lit but crowded sex club.”

Emma let out a dramatic “oooo kinky”, then asked “do you want to be fucked by multiple people or just watched?”. Sasha confirmed that she just wanted to be watched, then reached across the table and grabbed my beer, quickly taking the last sip of mine as well while I fake protested.

I told Emma it was her turn, and she said without hesitation “I mean a threesome is definitely up there, but when my family came out to visit this summer they rented a lake house with a hot tub and after everyone went to sleep I got myself off in the hot tub. I keep dreaming about getting fucked from behind in the hot tub, so that probably.”

Emma also finished her beer as Sasha and I agreed how nice that sounded. There was a brief silence, and I asked “so another round or is that it?”. Sasha let out a small yawn and said “I think if we’re day drinking tomorrow I’m tapped out, Emma?”.

She agreed, saying “yeah, I don’t want to be hungover if we’re doing this all again tomorrow”. We agreed to walk Emma back to her place first, but before I could stand up Sasha said “I’m gonna go pee first before we go”, then slid out of the booth leaving Emma and I alone for the first time that night. Almost as soon as Sasha turned the corner to the hallway where the bathrooms were, Emma’s hand rested on my thigh below the table.

She turned to me and leaned in close, catching my gaze and said “your girlfriend’s really fucking hot, you know that right?”.

I told her “trust me, I know”, then teased “you’re not half bad either”, causing her to laugh and slap my leg playfully. She teased back, squeezing my thigh with her hand and running it slowly higher “For half bad, you didn’t seem to mind my leg rubbing against yours all night”.

I leaned in a little closer to her, close enough to smell a faint trace of perfume, and softly said “Oh that was you? I thought that was Sasha’s leg.” I smirked as I finished talking, then slipped my hand across her thighs, giving them a small squeeze. I could see a spark in her eyes and she mouthed out a soft “fuck”.

Knowing we didn’t have a lot of time, I pulled back and sat up, and 10 or 15 seconds later we spotted Sasha across the bar walking back. Emma quietly turned to me and said definitively “I’m also gonna go pee. Find out if your girlfriend is serious about having a threesome.”

Even though I already knew the answer, hearing Emma say it made my heart skip a beat, and she slid out as Sasha sat down next to me. As soon as Emma walked away, I turned and aggressively kissed Sasha, my hands finding her thighs under the table. I was very tipsy and incredibly horny, and Sasha giggled into my lips as she kissed me back. She whispered in my ear “I’m so fucking turned on, I was so wet when I pulled my panties down”.

I decided to just lay it out on the proverbial table, abruptly telling Sasha “Emma said she wants to have a threesome with us.”

Sasha paused, said “fuck”, in a nervous but turned on tone, then asked “wait like now?”. I responded truthfully that I didn’t know, but assumed so, asking what she thought.

She paused, but knowing we didn’t have a lot of time quickly said “I mean yes but also I think I want to sleep on it … like just to be sure and to be fresh and not too drunk and tired”. I think she could sense my slight disappointment, and asked “Is that okay?”

I truthfully told her “of course, that makes sense. I’m just also really horny and it sounds like a ton of fun, but you’re right. We’re gonna have to fuckextra hard when we get back to mine”. Sasha smiled and said “deal”, her hand brushing over my throbbing erection in my jeans, then asked “are you going to tell her when she comes back?”

I responded “I mean I think we should talk about it with her right?”. Sasha nodded just as we saw Emma turn the corner, both of us standing and meeting her by the door. When we stepped outside and slipped on our jackets, Sasha took a hit of her vape, passing it around to each of us.

As we took the first steps away from the bar and back into the neighborhood, I spoke up first and said “alright I’m just gonna lay it all out there since we’re all thinking about it … if we’re all in agreement we’re down to have a threesome” I paused for a moment, then continued “but we should all sleep on it and sober up first.”

Sasha was a step in front of us, and Emma turned towards me and gave me a look somewhere between pouty and teasing. Mid sentence I shrugged and nodded my head towards Sasha, saying “also like ground rules, should probably talk about that.”

Emma teased “so responsible” but then more soberly said “probably a good idea though”. Now that we were openly talking about it we were seemingly all a little more apprehensive, so I encouraged Sasha to speak up first.

Sasha said a little nervously “okay really like my only rule is I don’t want Ben to have full on sex with you, at least not at first”, going on to explain that she liked it in theory but wanted to start slow. Emma agreed, adding “As long as I get eaten out I’m good. I don’t really have any other requests”.

Sasha turned her head around to me and said “Ben, any rules or requests?”. I laughed and said “I mean no additional rules, I guess disclaimer that Sasha has an IUD so we don’t usually wear condoms”. It felt a little weird to say all of this out loud, but in my head I was trying to be the mature person here.

Emma responded and said “ooo how fun, I’ve only fucked once without a condom. I’m on the pill but it was still kinda scary”. The girls had a fairly casual conversation about their birth control as we walked, and while I silently followed them the reality set in that this was actually happening. I felt a little nervous but also insanely turned on, and spaced out a little fantasizing as we neared Emma’s building.

I was brought back to reality when I heard my name, Sasha repeating herself “Ben? Already lost up there fantasizing”. I laughed and said “caught red handed”, and Sasha repeated her question, saying “so like tomorrow, Party, then you pay up and buy us dinner, then if we’re all still feeling it …”

Her voice trailed off as she finished her question, seemingly a little nervous. Emma and I both agreed, and as we walked up to the building she said to Sasha “This is so exciting”, then looked at me and asked “Can I kiss your girlfriend?”

Sasha spoke first, quickly telling me to turn around, saying “he doesn’t get to see remember he lost his bet”.

I pretended to cover my eyes with my hands as we stopped a few paces short of her apartment, still fully able to see Emma reach out and wrap her hand around Sasha’s waist, pulling her in and kissing her deeply. They kissed, pulled away, then kissed again, and continued kissing for another 10 or 15 seconds. I’m sure I looked dumbfounded, Sasha hitting my chest after they separated and teasing “get it together”.

Not wanting to linger and draw it out any longer, Emma said “fuck, okay, see you guys tomorrow”, turning and walking into her lobby.

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Sasha and I quickly walked back to my apartment, frantically recapping the night on our way over. She was giddy, telling me over and over how turned on she was and how good that kiss was and how she needed me. I felt like I was on cloud 9, and we thankfully arrived to a quiet and empty apartment, Chris’s bedroom door open and empty, either still out partying or asleep in someone else’s bed like usual.

We were frantic, a wild combination of tired, horny, and drunk. I don’t remember all the details, but we jumped in my shower together and washed each other off while hands and mouths roamed freely. The water shut off and before we even had towels wrapped around us I had Sasha bent over the sink counter, on my knees behind her eating her out, my face slick with her wetness. Soon she was sitting on the edge of the counter, her legs wrapped around me while I thrust into her, my hand wrapped around her neck while her nails dug into me.

I don’t remember how we made it to the bed, but I was fucking her from behind while teasing a thumb around her ass, plenty of wetness to spread around for lubrication. I remember her shivering and cumming on my cock, her walls squeezing around me. She told me she wanted to swallow my cum, pushing me back flat on the bed and deep throating me until I emptied myself into her mouth.

We made out, the frantic energy wearing off, eventually Sasha getting up to brush her teeth. When she came back we kissed again, then switched places, her cuddling up under my sheets while I went to use the bathroom one last time and clean up. I turned the lights off on my way into the bathroom, and when I came back I could hear her softly snoring.

I went to check my phone to set an alarm, realizing it wasn’t on my bedside table. I contemplated just finding it in the morning, but then realized it was probably still in my pants pocket in the bathroom. I silently walked back, and when I found it saw a message from Emma, sent about 20 minutes prior.

It read “I really wish I didn’t have to wait until tomorrow, head would feel a lot better than my vibrator rn”.

I contemplated just ignoring the message, also impressed by her boldness sending that given Sasha could have seen. I listened quietly and could hear Sasha still breathing deeply though, so quickly typed back, teasing “sorry, can’t relate ;) The wait will be worth it”.

I assumed she would also be asleep by now, but again, as soon as the message sent those three little dots popped up and stopped me in my tracks. I stayed in the dark bathroom, waiting for her next message that read “don’t rub it in … I was really hoping to get fucked tonight”.

Feeling emboldened by the whole night and throwing caution to the wind, I sent “well it seems like you’re gonna have to wait a little longer to get fucked properly … I’ll make sure you get plenty of head though”.

Immediately she responded “I totally get not wanting to see you fuck someone else … does it make me a bad person if part of me doesn’t care?”

My heartbeat picked up, a little shocked at the forwardness, and as I was contemplating how to respond another message came through “I assume you’re alone? She’s asleep?”

I quickly said yes, and a photo popped up. Emma was sitting on the floor against her bed, a selfie in front of a full length mirror from her shoulders down, the room lit by purple LED lights … She was completely nude, her legs spread, her pussy glistening in the dim light, a small patch of trimmed hair above it, and her beautiful breasts out for me to see, Sasha’s necklace still around her neck. Below the photo was a caption “forgot to give her back the necklace, you’ll have to remind me tomorrow ;)”

My head was spinning, but I felt a rush I hadn’t experienced before and said back “Fuck Emma, it definitely doesn’t make you a bad person. We’ll see though, not sure how I’m going to resist temptation if I see that in person though.”

She simply sent back a blushing emoji and said “see you guys tomorrow”.

I sat in silence for a moment, letting the rush wear off, then after looking at the picture one more time and trying to lock it into my memory, deleted the message thread and joined Sasha in bed.

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Final Part tomorrow!