by Lexi Archer
“You okay babe?” I asked when she’d regained her balance.
“Um, yeah, I think? Are you okay?”
Reese looked right at me, her deep brown eyes seemingly boring into my soul, but it didn’t have the usual effect on me this time around. Usually my cock would get rock hard when she was staring at me like that, but it was already rock hard so there was nothing new to be done on that score. I was constantly having to surreptitiously readjust the damn thing so it wouldn’t be obvious I was walking through campus sporting a massive hard on.
It was obvious what she was looking for. Any sign that I knew something. Any sign that I had an idea of what she’d been doing when she wasn’t around me. That she’d been lying to me when she called and said she had to work late. I must’ve had a pretty good poker face, though, because after a moment she seemed to nod to herself and then we were walking towards my dorm again. I could see it over the trees. Not too long now and I’d finally be able to stop playing games and finally reveal everything.
“So yeah, what were we talking about?” she asked.
“Your work? How busy it was? I just think you’re so great, babe.”
“Why’s that?”
“The way you’re willing to always pitch in and help out? Sticking around later than you were supposed to so you could help out the delivery guys? I bet they couldn’t dare to believe you’d do so much to help them out.”
I figured if anything was going to far that little phrase was, but she kept walking in silence. She wasn’t looking at me now. If I had gone too far, if I had tipped my hand, then she wasn’t revealing anything. So we walked on in silence until we got to my dorm. We moved through the lobby in silence. We took the elevator up to my hall in silence. We walked to the dorm room and I opened the door and gestured for her to go ahead of me.
Still not a word.
The door clicked shut behind me and already I was fishing in my pocket for my phone. Thankfully I already had the picture from the night before up and ready to go because I’d been showing it to Angela. All I’d have to do is swipe my finger across the screen for a dramatic reveal. I wouldn’t have to do anything awkward like type in my password which would totally ruin the moment.
I never got a chance to do the big reveal though. At least I didn’t get a chance to surprise her with the big reveal. No sooner had the heavy dorm door clicked shut behind me than Reese wheeled around on me and she looked like she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to be afraid or pissed off. Finally she settled on something halfway between those two extremes.
“Okay, what the hell is going on here?” she asked. “What’s with all those little digs you keep making?”
I decided to play it innocent for a little longer. I raised my eyebrows and fixed her with what I hoped was my best sweet and innocent look, though I wasn’t feeling very innocent in the moment. No, I was more angry than anything else.
And yet despite my anger my cock was still rock hard every time I thought about what she’d been doing with Aiden the night before. It was still throbbing as I thought of his hands on her tits. As I thought of him moving down between her legs and being stopped at the last moment. As I wondered if he’d actually succeeded in getting to the prize later after I’d been chased off, because after all according to Angela there was a missing half hour to an hour in last night’s schedule.
“Digs? What are you talking about? I was just making conversation about you staying out late to work last night. About how whatever you were doing at work seems like it was more important than spending time with me,” I said.
She searched my face and once more I found myself resisting the urge to laugh in her face. This was just such a delicious moment. She suspected I knew something, but she couldn’t very well come out and accuse me of knowing something because if she did and I didn’t then that would give the game up as well. It was quite the predicament she found herself in, and it was so hard not to show the amusement I was feeling. Even harder than not showing the anger I was feeling.
“John…”
“What? Were you worried I was talking about something else?”
I could feel the nerves that had been threatening to overwhelm me ever since I started knocking on her dorm door starting to overwhelm me. I was having trouble seeing from the blood that was pumping behind my ears. I was lightheaded. It didn’t help that my cock was still rock hard. It was a damn good thing I’d tucked the thing because otherwise it would be making quite the semi-public appearance right now. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and Reese looked at it with a stare that could only be described as “dread.”
I swiped on the phone and smiled down at the picture I’d taken. It was dark, but there was enough light from a security light over the back door of the pizza place that it was easy enough to see everything. It was easy enough to see Reese with her shirt pulled up and bunched around her neck. It was pretty obvious that Aiden had his hands on her tits and he was having one hell of a good time.
I held the phone up so she could get a good look at it. Her eyes fell on the screen and then she seemed to deflate. She too a stumbling step back and the only thing that kept her from falling on her ass on the tile floor was she bumped against my bed and went falling back on that instead. She stared up at me with a shell-shocked expression, though I found myself wondering why she should be the one who looked like that considering I was the one she’d been cheating on. I was the one she’d been lying to this entire time. If anyone deserved to look like that it was me, damn it! She was not the victim here!
I needed to remember that. My face hardened and any sympathy I might have felt was squashed, though I was still so fucking turned on. I was going to have to do something about that, damn it.
“So it looks like you weren’t working late after all, Reese,” I said, surprised that I was able to keep my voice so steady. “Want to tell me what was going on last night? And maybe the week before too?”
8
The Big Reveal
I wasn’t sure what I expected. Maybe for her to burst into tears considering that shocked look on her face. Maybe for her to get mad and try to turn this around on me, but that didn’t happen either. No, if anything it was just a quiet continuation of that defeated slump when I’d shown her the picture.
She was staring at my phone screen. Staring at it intently. I would’ve given a pretty penny to know what was running through her mind in that moment. Was she trying to think of a way to deny it? Was she trying to decide whether or not that was actually a picture of her and Aiden? Not that there was much of a chance of that. It was pretty damn obvious who was in that picture, and besides, she knew what she was doing last night. She couldn’t deny that.
“It started with a dare,” she said finally.
I cocked an eyebrow. I hadn’t expected her to give up so easily. I figured there would be some more sidestepping or maybe her trying to put the blame back on me. Still, I was glad that we weren’t going to have to go through a song and dance before she got down to it.
I moved over to my computer chair and sat down. I briefly thought about going to sit beside her on the bed, but I figured that was dangerous. Not because I was so mad, but because I was so turned on and so very interested in what she had to say. So very interested in finally hearing the rest of the story. I worried that if I was sitting next to her and the story got too hot then I wouldn’t be able to resist pulling her down and fucking her right there.
Assuming she was down for that. I guess I really wasn’t sure of that. I might be getting turned on by this, but I needed to remember that at the end of the day she’d been stepping out on me with another guy. There was always the possibility that she just wasn’t interested anymore. That our relationship was over. It was a zombie that had refused to acknowledge it was dead, and this confession was the shot to the head that would finally put it out of its misery.
I was surprised to realize that I wasn’t sure if I wanted that to happen. It was weird how confused I’d been ever s
ince I realized how interested I was in the idea of watching her with another man. Talk about fucked up.
“A dare? You’ve got my interest,” I said.
“It was pretty quiet in the pizza place last week and so we were all hanging out in the back and just talking. You know, passing the time because it’s not like we had anything better to do and it’s not like the owner ever stops in on weekends to see what’s going on.
Anyways, we were back there chatting and the drivers started talking about the differences between my tits and Amy’s.”
“They were talking about your tits,” I said.
“Well yeah… They’re sort of perverted and they talk about that sort of thing all the time.”
“You mean the guys you said were totally harmless? That you weren’t interested in them?”
She knew damn well what I was talking about. It was an argument we’d had on more than one occasion. She knew I didn’t care for the way the guys at her work talked about her, though I suppose in a charged environment where it was a bunch of college kids working together it would be impossible not to have just a little bit of hanky panky going on. Still, it annoyed me that she was always telling me about perverted things they said about her but she never followed up by telling me about how she told them to fuck off and not talk about her like that.
I’d always suspected that she secretly liked the attention, and now after last night I suppose I had my answer.
“I think you’ve already made your point,” she said. “Now do you want to hear the story or not?”
I nodded. “Sorry. Please proceed.”
I was going to have to keep that urge to twist the knife under control. I needed to remember that I’d already won. That she knew she was caught fair and square. I didn’t want to push her to the point that she didn’t tell me the rest of the story, after all. I desperately needed to hear what was happening, and a conversation about the merits of Reese’s tits as opposed to Amy’s seemed like a good start.
My cock was certainly standing up and taking notice which prompted me to cross my legs. I didn’t want Reese to know how much this was turning me on. Somehow that felt like it would be putting the ball back in her court in a way, and I was enjoying having her under my thumb, however brief this moment might last.
“So the drivers were talking about our tits. I told them they were being pervs but Amy was getting into it and I couldn’t help it. It gets boring in there and it’s not like there was anything better to do.
So Rob and Aiden are going on about the differences and I’m actually sort of starting to like it. I mean I know you’re always telling me I’m beautiful and stuff, but there was just something about these guys going on that got me kind of hot. It probably helped that they snuck in some booze that we weren’t strictly supposed to be enjoying while we were on the clock, but whatever. It worked.”
“So you let them get you drunk while they were going on about your tits?”
“Well it wasn’t drunk. Just enough that we were feeling good. It’s not like anyone is going to notice anyways. Fuck, it’s not like making pizza is the kind of profession that’s going to be affected by getting a little tipsy, for that matter. All you have to do is put the damn ingredients down and shove it in the oven.
So they’re going on and they say they’re going to need a better view to compare between the two of us, that they just can’t do it if we’re wearing our tops. I figure I know where they’re going with this and already I’m shaking my head and telling them there isn’t a chance it’s happening, but they’re standing there grinning at us and Aiden has such a cute smile and Amy seemed like she was willing to go along with it so…”
“So you decided to flash them?”
Reese at least had the good grace to look embarrassed about what she’d done. I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse about it, though. Obviously she knew what she was doing wasn’t something I’d appreciate in the moment, and from the sounds of things she’d gone ahead and done it anyways knowing how little I’d appreciate it.
Of course there was one little fucked up fact that she didn’t know about. The pesky fact that even though I didn’t approve of what she’d done in theory, in practice I was fucking turned on thinking about it. I was hanging on her every word wondering what happened next. Desperately needing to hear what happened next even though it was breaking my heart even as it was pumping my cock and sending impossibly intense waves of arousal coursing through my body.
“So what happened next?”
“Well it wasn’t that busy, like I said, so we went towards the back where they couldn’t see us from the street but we’d still be able to go up to the front if someone came in. Luckily the place stayed deserted.
At first we just lifted up our shirts and showed them our bras. I figured that would be enough for them to get a look. We’d have some fun, they’d get an eyeful, and we could go back to shooting the shit and being bored at the front of the pizza place.”
“But of course that wasn’t enough for them, was it Reese?” I asked. “Let me guess. You gave them a little taste and then they came right back at you asking for more?”
“How’d you know that?”
I rolled my eyes. Could she really be that naive about the way the male mind worked? She’d partied before, she’d had boyfriends before we got together. It’s not like she was a complete stranger to dealing with guys and yet she was going on like she was completely naive to what her coworkers were going to demand. I wondered if she was really that naive or if this was just an act she was putting on retroactively to make what she did seem less bad somehow.
I knew the naive act was definitely making this more of a turn on. I’m not sure what it was about her pulling this sweet and innocent act when I knew she was anything but, when I’d seen her being anything but sweet and innocent with my own two eyes spying on her behind the pizza place, but it was just adding to the turn on. Adding to the arousal of the moment.
I was projecting myself into the back of that pizza place and imagining her showing off her bra covered tits and those guys staring at her in disbelief, never quite thinking they would get that far and suddenly encouraged by it. Suddenly deciding to see if they could take things further and really get a show. Yeah, I knew where Reese’s confessional was going before she’d even continued.
“So I’m looking at them and I’m looking at Amy and I’m thinking about how excited I’m getting just feeling them looking at me. I guess I never knew that sort of thing could turn me on, but damn was it hot feeling their eyes on me, and it was even hotter when I was pulling my shirt up. It’s like knowing what I was doing was so naughty and that made it even hotter!” she continued.
I hated that I understood exactly where she was coming from. I had a feeling that a big part of the reason why I was getting so hot thinking of her doing this was precisely because it was so wrong, so taboo. It was like she was showing something off that was supposed to be just for me, and somehow knowing that other men were getting so hot and bothered thinking of my girl was causing a bank shot that served to turn me on even more.
It was fucked up, sure, but at the same time I couldn’t help how I felt. I definitely couldn’t help how turned on I was or how hard my cock was. No, as much as I hated hearing about her basically cheating on me and then not telling me about it I needed to hear more.
“So anyways. They ask us to take off everything, lift up our shirts and our bras,” she said. “I guess you probably don’t need to hear anything else.”
I licked my lips. Yeah, if I was a normal guy then I probably wouldn’t want to hear anything else. If I was a normal guy then I’d be heading out the door so I could beat the crap out of the drivers who were encouraging my girl to take her shirt off.
Only we’d already determined that I wasn’t a normal guy. Far from it. Rather than being enraged by what she was telling me I was just suffering from one hell of a case of an engorged cock. I needed to hear more in the worst way. I need
ed to know exactly what happened.
“Tell me more,” I said. “I want to hear everything.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“So serious,” I said. I licked my lips again. She had no way of knowing just how desperately I needed to hear every last detail of what she’d done. What her shirt sounded like as it pulled up. The bounce of her tits as they were pulled free from her bra. The looks on the guys’ faces when they realized that their plan was working. I needed to know it all, but something told me I wasn’t going to get anything nearly as detailed as what I wanted.
Definitely nothing as detailed as what I saw yesterday in that alley. There was something to be said for being able to witness what was happening firsthand, and I found myself wondering if I could arrange witnessing something again, only this time without being run off.
I suppose that would depend entirely on how things went tonight. On whether or not we ended up broken up by the time she got done telling me her story.
“You really want to hear the rest of the story? It’s not going to piss you off?”
“Yes! Just humor me,” I said.
Reese fixed me with a funny stare. I figured she was starting to suspect something, but whatever. I didn’t care as long as she told me the rest of the story. I realized that I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t be angry, but at the same time so far arousal had won out over anger so I figured she was pretty safe even if she told me everything.
“Okay then. So they asked us to flash them and it’s pretty much what you’d expect. I pulled my shirt up and my bra right along with it and there I was standing in the back of the pizza place with my tits on display for everyone to see. I mean Amy was doing it too, but it was clear from the way they were staring that they were more interested in what I had to offer, if you catch my drift. Amy actually got a little pissed off that they were staring at me, but it’s not like that’s my fault.”