Best Friend's Journey Pt. 04

I let the water wash over me while I tried to calm down after what had just happened.

Moments ago, I was balls deep in my best friend's girlfriend, and he didn't even do anything to stop it. Jess, said girlfriend, wasn't just an ordinary girl though; she was definitely the hottest girl on campus and one that I had been fantasising about since I began to get to know her at the beginning of the year.

She had a body straight out of one of those comic books my best friend Carl was always reading: long legs beneath wide hips and a small waist that framed a flat stomach almost hidden by huge, firm, soft, beautiful breasts. It wasn't just her body that drove me wild though; her face would sit perfectly comfortably alongside any actress on the big screen, with her ice blue eyes, high cheekbones and soft full lips framed by perpetually perfect platinum blonde hair.

How could Carl, a lanky guy who somehow always looked as if he'd got up only five minutes earlier; with unkempt black hair, heavy-lidded brown eyes and a not-quite flat stomach, have pulled such a babe?

By all accounts, I should have been her type. I was obviously considered handsome as I'd never had any bad luck with the ladies. I kept myself fit and healthy; muscular, but aesthetically so rather than one of those triangular meatheads who lived to lift. I took the time to make myself presentable; styling my short brownish hair and putting on a designer shirt that would reflect my blue-green eyes before leaving the house.

It just made no sense that she would be with someone like him, instead of someone like me.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting the water cascade down my back. It also made no sense why I was in here instead of having another round with her. It was my dream come true and I was in another room, showering, instead of showing her what she was missing by staying with Carl.

With that revelation, I quickly turned off the water and stepped out of the bathtub, intent on marching back into our room and claiming Jess for myself.

I sighed, faltering, and slowly grabbed a towel. What was I thinking? Carl was my best friend and Jess had chosen to be with him. I'd left so that they could 'reconnect' after what I just did to her... I wouldn't be selfish enough to try to take her away from him. Besides, that would fuck everything up with us, and not to mention Abby - Jess's best friend who, while not as hot as Jess, I had a thing with.

I dried off and left the bathroom, quietly passing by Jess and Carl as they went to clean up. Neither made eye contact with me as they passed by, although both were still naked.

I sighed and got into my bed, knowing that the evening's fun was over now. Hoping that nothing was fucked up because of it.

***

Somehow, even though my mind had been racing solidly since Jess had coaxed me into bed with her, I must have fallen asleep. This was made abundantly clear as I suddenly became aware that I was in abject darkness and instead of the noise of the shower running from the other room, I could hear a whispering noise from the other side of the room.

After a few moments, my addled mind began to process the sounds. The rustling of bed clothes and skin on skin was barely perceptible beneath the sound of whispered words and exclamations of pleasure.

"-please!" Came a hushed exclamation.

"You let him fuck me, like, an hour ago! So, what if he hears?" Jess's whispered response came, shot through with an undercurrent of tension.

There was no response for a moment, just a slowing of the rustling sounds before, "That was different-"

A moan seemed to cut Carl off and my cock immediately hardened. I couldn't make out more than a few words here and there as they continued, obviously, to fuck across the room from me.

A particularly loud squeal was followed by the sound of skin slapping against skin and then silence and stillness. Eventually the muffled noises and whispering resumed, loud enough for me to make more of it out this time.

"So what?" Jess hissed.

"It's too much," Carl whispered. "I don't know..."

"Four times in one night, that's the most we've had in months," Jess's words seemed to cut the air.

The whispering continued before I heard Jess again, "You can't say you didn't like it."

"I liked seeing you in pleasure," Carl's hushed words came, tense. "I didn't like seeing someone else-"

He was cut off by something, and the sound of Jess breathing heavily filled the room; a slapping noise became audible, as if someone was quietly clapping. The pace quickened and Jess's breathing escalated into quiet moans again, this time joined by the sound of a deeper set of breaths.

After a few minutes, the noise slowed and then stopped entirely.

"Oh fuck..." She moaned softly eventually. "Your body says differently."

"Shh!" Carl whispered back immediately.

The noise of their whispering seemed to quieten, becoming almost inaudible as the bed rustled and creaked.

After several minutes, I heard Jess speak, voice above a whisper this time, "How about I wake Sam up then? Maybe he can finish me off?"

My dick stiffened further, and I had to roll over to release some of the strain on it. I heard Jess's tinkling laugh as she walked across the room to the bathroom, but Carl didn't seem to respond.

***

The next morning, I awoke to find the room empty, all evidence of Jess staying the night completely vanished. Even Carl's bed was made, although a few tell-tale patches hinted at what had happened in it the night before.

I grabbed at my phone, squinting against the bright light. Two things struck me: firstly, somehow it was midday and secondly, I had multiple notifications that I had slept through.

The first notification I checked opened up a chat from Abby. I remembered she had sent a message last night that had confused me at the time: "... Have a great night ;)"

At the time, I didn't know what she was talking about, but the messages this morning made it clear.

"Morning fuckface. So it happened then?" She asked.

"Oi, you're not ignoring me now youve got a bigger slut 2 fuck r u?" Said the next one, an hour after.

"Sam!!! I need details!!! I spoke 2 jess nd she told me. Dirty duck. I'm coming ovr!" This last one was from a few minutes before, so I decided to reply.

"I've just woken up. Chill!" I sent, before I could think of what else to say.

"Omw bitch!" Abby replied before I'd even lowered my phone.

I thought she was sick. Wasn't that the whole reason Jess came over last night? I ignored the rest of my messages while I quickly washed and dressed before Abby could see me in a state. Strangely, not only did I not have a hangover, but I felt great, so getting ready was a quick affair that left me time to check my other messages before Abby arrived.

The strangest one was a message from Carl, "Hey Sam, Jess and I are going back home for a bit. I tried to wake you up you big oaf, but you are sleeping like a log so I'm sending you a message from opposite your big snoring corpse as we need to get a train in a minute. Might just be for the rest of the weekend, but we'll see. I've sent you some links to flats for next year, which we need to sort soon, so make yourself useful and go look at them."

Weird, I usually drove us all back home, but I guess they were in a hurry or something. With all the studying and then partying over the last couple of weeks, I had forgotten we were supposed to be finding somewhere to live for the next year; digs like this were typically reserved for first years and our first year was over.

Before I had time to reply properly, there came a knock at the door.

"It stinks of sex in here," Abby smiled brightly as I let her in. "You dirty slut!"

In the midday sunlight, she looked paler than usual, her skin closer to the colour of pine than the usual coppery hue. Her curly hair was untamed, streaks of red cutting through the brown cascade around her face and down her back.

She stepped past me, and I couldn't help but stare at her bum as her tight jeans swayed seductively towards my bed.

"Aren't you supposed to be sick?" I asked, when the hypnotism was broken by Abby taking a seat.

Her dark eyes met mine and seemed to sparkle as she pulled a mischievous smile, "I got better. Now give me the details! Jess is being stingy, and you know how I love details."

"Can we go get a tea or coffee or something," I replied, still not sure what to say. "I've just got up."

Abby rolled her eyes dramatically and stood up.

"Fine," she snorted.

I led her to the kitchen along the hallway and flicked the switch to start the kettle boiling.

"Now, please tell me what happened?" She asked, exaggeratedly flashing her eyes at me.

I ignored her, "You want a tea?"

"Coffee, please," she responded, rolling her eyes at me again. "Now, out with it."

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at her.

"What does 'nyuh' mean?" She scolded me. "I didn't fucking give my best friend permission to use my toy just to get 'nyuh' in return!"

"Excuse me?" I exclaimed, spoon freezing in the air above Abby's cup. "'Toy'? 'Permission'? What?"

"I claimed you first. Would you fuck Carl's ex without his permission?" She grimaced. "Don't answer that. That was a stupid question, you're a dick-"

"What? We weren't together!" I cut in.

She grinned and hunched her shoulders in a strange, dancing shrug, "Same thing."

"Oh my god, this fucking guy!" A nasal voice boomed from the corridor.

I felt like I was having a bit of déjà vu as Zach strode into the kitchen. He was shorter than me, but still towered over Abby, partially because his arms were basically as thick as her thighs, and the rest of his body seemed to follow suit.

"Alright, Sock?" Abby greeted him as he towered over her.

"I'm good-" He began before Abby cut him off.

"Yeah, I don't actually care. I was just greeting you so you would temporarily unglue your eyes from my arse, you fucking perv."

"Hey baby, you can't wear clothes like that if you don't want me to look. That ass is begging for an audience-"

"You want a coffee?" I cut in, unsure whether Zach could cope with Abby's banter.

He rubbed a thick dark hand through his short, equally dark, hair and grinned at me, "No thanks, dude. I just wanted to see if you'd left any of that sweet piece of pie for me. But it looks like you ate it all."

I looked on in puzzlement, and he laughed, glancing at Abby.

"What's he got that I don't?" He asked her, before looking at me with a dark expression. "Maybe I'll tell her what you were up to last night."

"Thank god," Abby cut in. "Because he won't."

Zach's dark smile broadened, "Oh yeah? He hiding something from his girl?"

"I'm not his girl," Abby snapped back.

This seemed to shock Zach, who looked flustered, squinting between us both. I handed Abby her coffee as he tried to regain his composure.

"So, what are you checking up on my boy for then?" He asked her, changing tact.

She looked at him, appraising, for a long moment, before responding, "Why don't you just tell me what happened last night, if you know so much, Sock."

He glanced in my direction, and I shrugged, sipping my tea, before he looked back at Abby.

"This guy was trying to smash your sexy Viking friend," he started. "His own roommate's girlfriend."

"Oh, was he?" Abby smiled sharply at him.

"Yeah, he was all up in her grill, feeding her enough drinks to make her pass out and trying to get her back in his room alone. I was out here defending her honour, but she made it clear-"

"That's funny," Abby cut in. "Jess told me quite the opposite story about some big creepy guy getting all touchy-feely with her before she met her boyfriend last night, and Sam here was good enough to keep an eye on her."

Zach froze up, wide eyed, licking his lips and glancing between us.

"Right, then what about those noises all night long?" He began, looking like he was about to start mimicking them, before carrying on. "I tried to bring a honey back to the crib, but she was frightened off by the wailing coming from Sam's room."

"Ooh, spicy," Abby began. "Tell me-"

"That's enough," I cut in, feeling my face flush. "He's just coming up with excuses as to why he can't ever get his dick wet now."

"Fuck you, man," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I heard what I heard, and I saw you two in here together. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. I even saw Carl out in town so know it wasn't him making his girl scream."

"You're jumping to conclusions, mate," I said, tentatively. "We were waiting for Carl, like Abby said. Like we told you last night."

"Yeah, and Jess told me what you said to Carl outside this building early on in the evening, so you know he would have been back," Abby added her voice to the conversation.

Zach seemed to pale at her comment.

"I was just playing with him! You saying he was the one making his girl make those noises? Damn, maybe I don't need to wonder why she's with him after all," Zach said, before turning to me. "So, what's this fucker doing last night, just watching and playing with himself?"

"Love, sounds like you were listening and playing with yourself," Abby replied, smiling innocently.

"Well, when a girl leaves me with balls that blue, I need some relief. Know what I'm saying? Maybe you want to come back to my room and lend me a hand?" Zach responded.

"Ask me again after you've listened to the noises I'm about to make in Sam's room," Abby grinned at him, grabbing me by the arm and leading me past him.

"Was that necessary?" I asked, as we returned to my room.

Abby shrugged, "He loves it."

"Did you-" I started.

"We're not fucking," she cut me off, before getting a twinkle in her eye. "Well, depends on what you tell me about last night."

"What's Jess told you?"

"She had a lovely night and was going to go and spend some time alone with her boyfriend."

"Then, that's what happened."

"There may have been the implication that she was used like a pig at a street party by her loving and caring boyfriend and some brute."

"I see. I don't remember that happening."

Abby sighed, "I know we talked about this before. About helping them again, and I was against it."

The thing that had started this whole spiral of events was a worry that my best friend was losing his girlfriend because he wasn't good in bed. Abby and I worked together to entice them into trying to have the 'college experience' in a safe way, so that Jess wouldn't feel like she was missing out on anything, and Carl wouldn't get dumped. We tried a little bit of group sex, where Jess, Carl and Abby all played together while I was only allowed to play with Abby.

That seemed to help, but then things went downhill. I suggested we do it again, but Abby didn't think it was sustainable for them. As much as it looked like they were, somehow and disgustingly, perfect for each other, their sex life was going to inevitable drag them apart, so may as well rip off the plaster now.

I made some suggestions to Carl along the lines of making a sacrifice to test whether it was something he would be comfortable with if it would help them stay together, but that was the last I had heard of it. Until last night.

Abby continued, "I told Jess that you would be a perfect stunt cock for her to take her frustrations out on, if she was having trouble with Carl."

I felt my mouth gape open in surprise.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked when I could gather my thoughts.

"You're like me - able to separate feelings from physicality," she began. "And after the first time seemed to help them, what was the harm in them taking it further? It was worth trying, right? I love Jessica and want her to be happy."

I laughed at the absurdity. That felt like the same stupid argument I'd given Carl, and I knew I had partially pushed for it just in case I could see Jess naked again...

"Fine, if you really want to know..." I began.

I told Abby about what had happened the night before. She may have been extra noisy that afternoon, just to taunt Zach.

***

The next couple of weeks passed quickly. Abby and I were back in our rhythms once more and within a few days, Carl and Jess began talking to me again. Eventually, everything seemed to return to normal.

As I hadn't gone back home for summer, Abby and I spent more time together than we had done in months and I noticed that when she was over at my place, she seemed to be softening to Zach, even reciprocating his advances.

One day I returned home to see them together in the communal area.

"Sam, how long do you have this place for?" Abby asked as soon as she noticed me.

My surprise at seeing them together out of context was immediately overridden by panic that I hadn't been looking at any of the places Carl had asked me to.

"Fuck... What month is it?" I responded, trying to work out the timeline in my head. "I think it's eleven months... But Carl sorted it all, so I've got... time."

Abby snorted, "Is this floor the one designated to idiots? This brainless oaf is about to be kicked out because he's on a term-time contract, even though he's an 'international student'."

Zach just smiled at me and shrugged, "They know I can't just fly across the ocean for the summer. They should have organised it better."

"How did you even get into university?" Abby asked, shaking her head. "Anyway, long story short: the third-years at my place are moving out, so there is space for you all to move in."

"Your place?" I repeated.

"Yeah."

"Where you and Jess are living now?"

"Can't get anything past you, can I?"

I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath, struggling to find the right thing to say without getting another sarcastic response.

She laughed at my obvious distress, "It's daddy's, silly. It's one of the reasons why Jess and I came down here. He has a few that he rents out to students, so it made sense for us to take one."

It all made sense. All the other first-years I knew seemed to be in halls, or living with their families nearby, yet Abby and Jess somehow just waltzed into, effectively, their own private flat in a massive house.

"So, anyway," Abby continued. "The geeks upstairs are moving out at the end of the week and Zach's going to stay there until he finds a place. You and Carl should take the other rooms. I can get the admin rubbish sorted with daddy."

My stomach seemed to do a somersault. That was perfect! I didn't need to look at those places Carl had sent, and it would be a simple move. Best of all, I would get to see Jess more... No, what the hell was I thinking.

"Err, don't you think Carl and Jess moving in together is a bit soon?" I asked, swallowing my nervousness.

"It's fine," Abby beamed. "The floors are all basically split into self-contained bits, so they'll be more like neighbours."

As I pondered that, Zach laughed, "Then Jess better stop bringing back dudes, or her man will find out."

Abby punched him ineffectually in the arm, "Shut up, dickhead."

She turned to me, noticing my questioning eyebrow, "He's being a dick, as you know."

"I'll talk to Carl. How does Jess feel about it?" I asked.

"Erm... She'll be fine!" Abby replied, optimistically.

A couple of weeks later, I spent the weekend moving Carl's and my stuff from our tiny room, into Abby's house.

Abby and Jess shared the ground floor together in a converted two-bedroom flat. Zach had claimed the second floor to himself as it was, in effect, a studio apartment. This left the first floor for me and Carl.

Each bedroom was considerably smaller than our previous shared room, but, combined with the additional space from the other rooms, it was much bigger.

Abby convinced me to go back home for a few weeks, to complete all the paperwork with her dad in person, suggesting that she could get us a discount this way. And, also this way, I could see Carl and Jess again...