[M]y girlfriend and her [F]riends have a strange rule - Part 8

I had been sitting in bed with my laptop open, working while my girlfriend slept beside me. A perfectly ordinary night that had just been turned upside down by Dani's text. I was now staring speechless at the screenshot Dani had sent me. It was the picture she had taken of me and Claire during our threesome, followed by a message from Andrea, "ugh, I need that cock so bad right now."

The cock in question was already beginning to respond to those words. I was just thinking about what to say when my phone buzzed again. Another text from Dani: "I told you she'd be jealous. Your move ;)"

Wow. I read Andrea's message a few more times. A part of me was still suspicious of her, after the way she had treated me before. I wasn't planning on making a fool of myself again. On the other hand, here was the hottest girl I'd ever seen in real life confessing that she wanted to fuck me. If there was ever a time to throw caution to the winds..

I should've been clearing my head but instead I did the exact opposite, and pulled up Andrea's Insta. It had been a while since I'd checked it last and I saw that she hadn't posted anything new. Strange, since as far as I knew she was still at her rich boyfriend's beachhouse and usually didn't miss an opportunity to show off.

I scrolled up and down her familiar feed aimlessly for a few seconds before coming back to the last pic Andrea had posted. She was standing on a boat, looking off to the side wearing a red and gold bikini that looked incredible on her caramel skin. It was hard to believe this was a person I knew in real life and not a magazine centrefold.

Looking at her face with its perfect delicate features, it was hard to remember what a bitch she could be. And looking at her body... it was hard to remember my own name. My eyes seemed glued to her breasts, which her bikini top was clearly struggling to contain. For the millionth time I imagined what they would look like bare, in my palms.. I took a deep breath and double tapped on the image, liking it.

Almost immediately, there was a new tile on her feed. And then another. And yet another. Each photo more heartbreaking than the last. What was happening? Surely these weren't for my benefit? I opened my DM's and realised that I had never responded to Andrea's last messages. I bet that didn't happen to her often.

My working theory was that the combination of my apparent disinterest as well as whatever stories Dani had been telling Andrea had been a winning formula. I couldn't help but laugh, it seemed so juvenile. I decided to toy with her a little. Assuming that my conjectures were correct, it would be the right thing to do. And incase this was all still one of her games, I would still be playing it safe.

I went back to her profile, liked all of her new photos and then really gave each of them my full attention. Her tiny bikinies seemed to get smaller and smaller each time. I absently wondered how she walked around in those tiny scraps of fabric without them giving out under the strain. This train of thought as well as the assorted boats, beaches and hot tubs in the backdrop of her images were really fuelling my fantasies.

However, my happy thoughts were rudely interrupted by the irritating realisation that she probably was, in fact, being fucked in those places on a regular basis by the bastard rich enough to take her there.

It was at this moment of being half annoyed and half extremely turned on that Andrea sent me a text. It said, "So you can like my pictures but can't reply to me?" I laughed, amazed at how the tables had turned.

Here was this gorgeous woman I'd been lusting over for the better part of a year and she was seeking validation from me. Before I could write back, she'd sent another text "atleast I know you like what you see". It was on.

I won't bore you all with the details of our texts but suffice it to say that I now had Andrea's number, both literally and metaphorically. Much as it killed me to play the long game, the more non-chalant I was, the more she seemed to want my validation. She wasn't great at the banter but I guess when a girl looks like Andrea does, she doesn't have to be. We flirted back and forth for a few hours until she eventually said "btw I really am sorry about that day at the club...I know you were really disappointed.." I made myself take a deep breath and count to 10 before responding, "I was but it was probably for the best."

 

"What do you mean??" She shot back.

"No offence but I don't think you're my type in bed" I wrote back, terrified I was overplaying my hand.

"What's your type in bed?" She asked.

"I'm sure Dani has told you."

"I don't know what you mean"

At this point I didn't know what else to say, I was beginning to lose the thread a bit. But my indecision proved to be perfectly complementary to Andrea's impatience. My phone buzzed again and under Andrea's name were the words "I can be obedient. If that's what you're looking for." Fuck yeah.

Me: I doubt that.

Andrea: I can.

Me: so you're saying you want to obey me?

After a long pause during which I stopped being an atheist

Andrea: yes

My breath quickened as I considered the possibilities before me. I was now 99% sure that I would get to fuck the girl of my dreams.. but then again Andrea was so fickle. I made up my mind.

A boob in hand is worth two in the bush. I was done waiting.

"Then take your top off" I texted.

I waited a few minutes, counting Claire's even breaths beside me. Finally, finally, I was rewarded.

Holy. Fuck. If she hadn't already made me become a believer, this would have done it. I must have replayed that clip half a hundred times, memorising the outline of the huge light brown areolas, the perfect bounce of her perfect breasts. They were somehow better than I'd imagined.

I texted her back slower, as I was now typing with one hand. Supressing the urge to compose sonnets about her breasts, I said "You were wearing that at 2am? Planning to go swimming?"

"I put it on so I could take it off for you" came the reply.

Any damage Andrea had done to my ego was completely undone. My cock was now hard as a rock. Part of me desperately wanted to wake Claire up and fuck her silly but I couldn't possibly stop texting Andrea now.

"Good girl. Leave it off, you're going swimming. Go to the hot tub." I instructed her.

"Now???"

I didn't respond. Several minutes later, I got another clip. Fuck. It was too much. I reached under Claire's tshirt. I sighed in relief as I grabbed one of her breasts in my palm. She stirred slightly but her breathing remained even. I moved her body towards me so I could continue staring at the clip Andrea had sent me as I gently massaged my girlfriend's breasts. Claire stirred again and blinked, "Wha-?" I tossed my phone aside and slid down so I could kiss her. As her mouth opened for me, I slipped a hand into her panties. She was soon moaning against my lips.

I was sure Claire didn't know what had brought this on but I was also sure that just then she didn't care. She reached for my cock and gasped when she felt how hard I was. I yanked her T-shirt up and began to suck roughly on her nipples. The image of Andrea's incredible Double D's bouncing in the water was seared into the backs of my eyelids. When Claire moaned again I flipped her on her stomach and pulled her shorts down.

I spread her ass, lined my cock up against her wet pussy and thrust into her. I didn't start slow, instead fucking her hard, prone bone, with my hand pressing down on the small of her back. Claire let out a groan and began panting, "please sir, fuck me sir. Use my hole."

This set me off. "You're my fuckdoll", I told her as I slammed into her. Claire began screaming in agreement, "I'm your fuckdoll sir, please keep using me sir." I groaned and upped the pace. Claire twisted around to look back at me.

When she lifted her head, I realised that my phone was right next to her face. This gave me the kind of idea that you only get when you're balls deep in your girlfriend in the middle of the night. I reached over and unlocked the phone.

It opened to the clip of Andrea in the hot tub. I slid my phone over so it was right in Claire's eyeline as she turned around to see what I was doing. She gasped as she caught sight of the clip.

"What?? Is that-?"

I wordlessly continued slamming my cock into her pussy. Claire moaned loudly and her legs began to tremble. She kept her eyes fixed on the screen as I filled her hole with my cum.

I was lying flat on my back by the time the room had stopped spinning. I realised my phone had been buzzing at irregular intervals for quite a while. I opened my eyes to find Claire sitting next to me on the bed, staring right at me. When she saw me open my eyes, she smiled and picked up my phone, "so.. something you want to tell me?"