by Jack Bantry
She giggled. He liked that, although in this case he was dead serious and not playing for laughs.
She smiled “Yes, that kind of friend.” Their faces were level on the pillow, both of them on their sides. He traced a hand along her hip. He always had to touch her when she was this close with that magnificent body. He just couldn’t keep his hands off.
“Good,” he said, feeling playful again. “You know how I feel about that man-ass.”
She broke into another fit of laughter, she looked lovely.
What’s your friend like?” Blake asked. It sounded neutral. Much better than what he really wanted to say and all he cared about: Is she hot?
“She’s nice.” Karla flicked her tongue. “She likes to play.”
“You already talked about it with her?”
“A little. She sounded interested.”
“How’d you even get on the topic?”
She poked him. “You think guys are the only ones who talk about sex?”
Blake and his friends talked about sex, of course—practically nothing else but how much they were getting or who they’d get it with if they got half a chance—but he could honestly say he’d never once broached the subject of tag teaming some bitch with one of his boys. He had a couple of friends who thought those double penetration videos were the shit, but Blake found it creepy. Not much more than a membrane to keep your dick from touching some other dude’s, and of course the man-ass factor.
No thanks.
She slid over until they were up against each other, close enough to kiss. Her lips were soft, full. Dick-sucking lips, or DSLs as his friends would say. Kissing wasn’t a big thing with him, mostly a boring preamble until he could cram his dick in whatever hole they offered him, but he loved the feel of Karla’s lips on his. She kissed him now and he stirred against her belly.
“What’d I do to deserve this?” he asked.
“I saw you and I knew I wanted you,” she answered simply.
“I meant the threesome.”
She giggled again and slapped him. He forced a smile. He hadn’t been kidding. He really did mean the threesome.
“I know you were disappointed about the camera. I wanted to make it up to you.”
He held his fake smile. Oh yes, the camera. It wasn’t too big a deal, at least not yet. He kept hoping she’d come around on that, and while the hope was alive, he couldn’t be mad that she wouldn’t do anything on video. It was a shame with the convenience of recording devices these days, and it was always good to have it, just in case.
Blake didn’t like to lose.
“You may change your mind sometime,” he said, “but if not, it’s okay. This is better.”
He kissed her, hoping she’d guide those lips southward and get him keyed up for another trip to V Town.
“Well?” Karla prompted. She coyly lifted an eyebrow, sweeping some blond strands out of her face. Her blue eyes seemed perpetually amused, particularly now when she knew she had him on the line.
He laughed. “Don’t I at least get to meet her?”
“One time offer.” Her face didn’t soften, but he had the distinct sense she wasn’t playing with him.
He had so many questions. What are her tits like? Does she have a good ass? How’s her face compared to yours? How much does she weigh? Important considerations, all, but he’d have to take it on blind faith.
“Can I see a picture?”
“You really don’t trust me?” She looked less amused now.
“Sure I do. I’m in. I just want to see her.” He tried to mirror her shrug, like anything else was unreasonable.
She slid out of the bed and over to her desk, where she had her laptop. He watched the sway of her ass as she walked.
Don’t need those DSLs on me for action now.
He almost called her back to bed.
Karla’s apartment was above an antique store. He liked it much better than his dorm and it afforded much more privacy.
She pushed up the monitor and woke the laptop from sleep mode. Blake padded across the floor to her side and hunched over with an arm around her. She pulled up her bookmarks panel. His stomach flipped at Grudgefuxx. Yeah, no wonder she didn’t want to do anything on video. He figured a lot of girls kept tabs on the site to make sure they didn’t end up there.
Karla found an Instagram link and his stomach did another flip as the pictures loaded up. They showed various selfies of a girl with long black hair, doe eyes, lips too thin to be true DSLs, maybe a seven on the ten scale.
No fucking way.
It was Julie. Sophomore year Julie, though they hadn’t lasted a full semester. She hadn’t wanted to do the video thing either, but he wore her down on it. She’d been so inhibited last year. It was such a drag and one of the reasons he thought about breaking up with her. It had been almost comical when she broke up with him. He’d have laughed if it hadn’t pissed him off so much. She had the nerve to ask for the DVD where he’d burned the file.
I want the video. You know which one.
He handed over the DVD the next day without arguing, playing it cool. Of course he still had the file on an external drive because he’d known this day would happen. And then he went to Grudgefuxx.
He wanted to tell her, I uploaded the video. You know which one.
Blake didn’t like to lose.
It was quite an evolution for ol’ Jules, then. The girl who might blow you once in a blue moon if you weren’t holding her little brother for ransom, now she was ready to jump into some three-way action. Probably with a clause that Karla does all the head-work, but still, impressive. If he’d known such a thing was on the table with her, he might have made more of an effort.
No matter. He’d have dropped her like a bag of shit when Karla came on the scene anyway. He got the best of both worlds the way it had worked out.
“That’s Julie,” Karla said.
“You showed her pictures of me, too?” he asked.
“She liked what she saw.”
He wasn’t sure how to play this. Was it a test after all? See if he’d hold his tongue about the prior relationship? Maybe Julie never said anything about him and this was her olive branch for breaking up with him before, an olive branch where Blake would get to crush two pieces of ass.
“Did she mention that we went out?” he asked. A voice inside screamed, What are you doing? but he decided to play it safe.
“Wow, you get points for honesty. I didn’t think you’d admit it. Very impressive. Yes, she did say you two went out. Very briefly.”
“Oh yeah, nothing serious,” he quickly amended.
Karla laughed. “This wouldn’t be happening if it was.”
“You two going to do some of that scissors stuff in front of me?
“Scissors?”
“You know, that cunt to cunt grinding stuff.”
“Cunt to cunt? Wow. That’s charming.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know. So you’re in?”
“Sure. If you’re, you know, comfortable with it.”
“Sure. I, you know, am.”
Blake reached down to feel the mound of her breast. “I can think of something else I’d like to be in.”
She led him back to bed.
***
Two days later. It was going down.
“Holy shit,” Adrian said. “What do you even call that?”
“I don’t know,” Blake said. “Luck?”
They were looking at The Link. It felt a bit weird to watch it with Adrian in the room. Checking out porno with another guy was already a bit sketchy, and Blake was in this scene, even if he’d thoughtfully put optic censoring fog over his face. Kind of funny, that; he could upload it for the entire internet to watch with no real qualms, but it made him uneasy with somebody he knew in the room. The first time he’d shown it to him a couple months ago, Adrian looked like someone yanked his pants down in front of an arena crowd. He was a lot cooler about it this time.
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br /> “You put her on Grudgefuxx dot com and you’re going to get to hit that shit again… with reinforcements! Dude, that’s not luck, that’s like divine providence.”
“I’m the Chosen One.”
Adrian came by to copy the notes from a lab he missed yesterday, and somehow finagled Blake into showing him the video again.
Adrian pointed to the page views counter. “You broke the hundred thousand mark. You think those are individual hits, or did you sit here refreshing the page for three days?”
“They’re legit.”
Adrian shook his head in disbelief. “You’re a star.”
“Yeah. Can’t go to the store without a bunch of girls mobbing me for autographs.”
“Sheeeeit. For real, though, that’s awesome. You gotta send me that link.”
“Yeah, man, I will,” Blake said. He probably wouldn’t. They’d cracked jokes together in anatomy last semester but Blake wouldn’t consider them close friends. He showed him The Link because he had to tell someone; it was too awesome not to. Let him find it on his own. It was easily searchable by the title anyway: “I’M NOT SURE ABOUT THIS GIRL.” Julie said it about eight hundred times in the fifteen minute clip. Not exactly the biggest turn-on. He meant it like the I’m Not Sure About This Girl, but he liked the double meaning by leaving out “the” in the title.
“I gotta be out of my mind, thinking about marriage.”
“You are,” Blake assured him. He wasn’t kidding. Adrian told him he hung up on some bitch (not his word) he’d never even met in person. The relationship played out long distance, through texts, emails, phone calls, and Skype. They drove themselves crazy talking about doing shit to each other “soon” that Adrian could do with about any girl drunk enough at a mixer. (Blake got one who totally passed out once when they snuck off to a bedroom. He immortalized that one with a cell phone clip called “BLACKOUT CHI OMEGA,” though the cell phone camera wasn’t very good quality and had only a fraction of the hits compared to Julie’s video.) What a waste when he wasn’t getting anything out of it but promises written on the flash paper of internet fidelity. He couldn’t know if his girl wasn’t just reciting a checklist of things she was doing to the dicks of guys all across her campus or town or wherever she could do her hunting. Small wonder he enjoyed living vicariously through Blake.
“My girl’s cool and all,” Adrian said, “but… probably not down with another girl in the mix, you know, especially after we get married.”
“Wives are funny that way, broseph.”
“You gonna try to video this one too?”
Blake laughed. “I wish. Karla’s not down with the video stuff.”
“There’s this crazy concept called ‘hidden camera.’ All the cool kids are doing it.”
“Eh, I guess. Not worth getting busted when things are cool, you know? With Julie, well… just listen.”
He turned up the sound on the speakers. On the monitor, she had his dick in one hand and kept looking down at it and then over to where he had positioned the camera for a static shot, like the camera was going to tell her what to do with this crazy alien artifact she’d just found.
“I’m not sure about this,” she said.
“It’s cool, Jules,” Blake said. Oscar winning performance, no exasperation at all.
She licked it once, tentatively, like an ice cream cone that might be vanilla or might be soft serve cyanide. “I’m just… I’m just not sure about this.” Looked once more to the camera for direction that never came.
“You’re doing great. You’re going to look so hot doing this.”
She gamely put him in her mouth. She didn’t look hot doing it. He remembered her “technique” well, taking it in her mouth and sort of rolling it around her tongue like a cough drop (always with a facial expression suggesting it was a taste bud curdling cough drop at that). She’d gag and sputter and beg off in short order. He was convinced it was a ploy and it pissed him off, but least it kept him from having to repay the favor, or quim pro quo, as he thought of it.
She tried much longer than she ever had before because she knew a lazy effort would be immortalized, but she still gave up inside of two minutes. Then the apologies. Blake was a sport, told her no probs, then suggested she let him mount up from behind. Something else she wasn’t fond of, as she apparently preferred for a guy to be stuck with the reality of her face while he fucked her, but she let him because he allowed her to “block” the scene. The static camera shot would only capture her from the side, per her wishes. She didn’t want her face prominently displayed. It was a good compromise for her—her disappointingly small breasts could barely be seen that way—and it had been his own suggestion just to coerce her a little bit. You won’t even see much on the tape. It would have totally worked out that way too, but Blake wasn’t totally averse to a hidden camera when he’d been given permission to record. He set up another digital camera on the desk across from the bed, a cheap thing he’d used for still pictures before he got a decent iPhone. He held onto it for just such an occasion. So Julie was front and center while he drilled her, making some of the most hilarious faces Blake had ever seen. It also allowed a much better view of her tits when he suggested she finish on top of him. She didn’t seem curious why he wanted to slip around to the other side of the bed for this instead of stay where he was; she was still in profile view on the known camera and that was good enough for her. What a waste of a money shot it would have been otherwise because Blake unsheathed and hit her with a monster load. Purposely didn’t jack for three days prior to ensure maximal wad blowage. She really didn’t like the porn finish and turned away from the camera (now truly in profile on the hidden view) to show her back, ordering him to turn it off. He was a gent and fulfilled her request. She almost did him a favor taking the boring raw footage back. He still had the director’s cut. The video was a composite of both angles. Blake, the porn auteur.
On the monitor, Julie “I’m-not-sure-about-this again.” He’d seriously considered adding a laugh track on an alternate version.
“See what I mean?” he said. “Check out some of the comments.” He scrolled down.
Adrian leaned forward in the chair.
LOLZ!! If her life depended on suckin that dick theyd of been givin her last rights
What up with those faces she makes like bitch hooked up to a car battery
Ugh they wud have to pay me to stick my dick in that
What IS she sure about??
Cant see her pussy :(
I’d hit it.
^^I wouldnt
2 angels? So fake
She’s makin faces cuz its not enuff dick like wheres tha beef [Blake scrolled past that one, a newer comment, disheartened by the number of likes.]
Bitchez kill me “I’m naked on a video with a dick in my hand, better act like I got church 2night”
He looped some footage to make it seem like he lasted longer lol you can tell by her identical faces @ 4:17 & 7:22 [Blake scrolled past this one too. Jesus, he did the site faithful a favor posting the video and someone had to break it down like the Zapruder film or something. Yeah, he added about ninety seconds. Big deal.]
Five years from now she will be someone’s mom stay classy cunt.
Adrian laughed tightly. “Oooh. Harsh.”
“At least she’s sure about doing the threesome,” Blake said. He gave Adrian a second to crack up at the joke, but he missed it. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to send him The Link. “Guess I cured her shyness. I hope so, anyway. It’d suck to get a 3-way with one girl totally into it and the other acting like a hall monitor. ”
Adrian chuckled. It sounded weird. “Hey, if they prove too much for you and you need some help, holler, I’m your boy.”
“I couldn’t let you betray your girlfriend, Skype Stud,” Blake said. “But don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it.”
His phone vibrated on the desk. New text. Blake checked the screen and laughed. The magma of excitement burst within him aga
in.
Adrian looked at him expectantly. “So…what’s the deal?”
Blake showed him the message from Karla: bring ur cam 2night =p
***
He wished he’d had more time to mentally prepare for performing on camera tonight. Now he had to be conscientious about lasting long enough that it didn’t seem embarrassing to watch the playback. He could get creative with the editing again, but he’d like to know for himself that he held out fair and square. It was sure to be the most intense experience of his life. He almost hoped Julie was still adopting the melting cough drop blowjob technique. He could hold back for hours with that.
They both greeted him at the door. Julie was almost unrecognizable. There was a hunger in her eyes he’d never seen, and he knew the only thing that would melt in her mouth tonight would be his dick. She wore a very short red skirt he’d never seen when they dated. She’d never worn anything so short. A more conservative approach to her shirt since there wasn’t a lot to show off there, but still hot. Karla wore a white skirt of comparable length. Maybe they’d coordinated. Low-cut black top for Karla, Cleavage Central. Two minutes or two hours, fuck me, this was going to be epic.
“Hey, sexy,” Karla said. “I hope you brought enough for us both.”
Julie said nothing but smiled.
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty to go around.”
They all laughed. Julie used to be more hesitant, meek, as if waiting for permission to express any amusement.
She was more assured tonight. It’s what he’d hoped for, but it was still a pleasant surprise. If he played his cards right, this might only be the first time of several.
He was also pleasantly surprised that the girls wanted to get right down to biz. He’d expected a prolonged seduction where they acted like they weren’t all here for one thing.
Blake unzipped the camera from its bag. It was a Craigslist bargain, light and effective. “Where do you want me to put it?”
“Here and here,” Julie said, pointing to Karla and herself.
Karla giggled.
He wished he’d gotten that on video.
They weighed the options for the best angle. He didn’t have a tripod, so they stacked some books on a chair until they liked what they saw on the viewfinder.