The Camgirl Pt. 38

XXXVIII: Make Sure He Hears You

Blake

"You want to talk about it?" Chloe asked.

Blake frowned as they exited the club, passing the line of people. Chloe pulled Blake along down the sidewalk in a direction that Blake only vaguely remembered would take them to the nearest T-stop.

She didn't want to talk about it. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry where no one could watch. Gritted teeth were the only reason she was able to keep even a semblance of outer composure. She just felt so gross. What made it worse was the arousal that still clouded her mind.

Blake blinked in surprise when Chloe stopped them without warning, pulling her off to the side of the path, "Blake, tell me. What happened?"

Blake still didn't want to. When she met her friend's eyes, however, something in Blake compelled her to talk.

"It was what he said," Blake sniffed, voice breaking.

Fuck. I'm already about to cry.

"It--it wasn't really that bad," She continued, "Most shit you hear in porn clips is worse. I--" Blake stopped to force down a sob.

Fuck, I can't cry. I'll look like such a fucking mess.

"I just didn't care though," she admitted, "not until the end, at least. He was rough with me, but I let him. I wanted it."

Blake was in Chloe's arms now--she didn't remember that happening. Just that it felt nice. Blake gripped at the straps of her friend's dress as Chloe held her close with one arm around Blake's waist, her free hand stroking Blake's hair.

"I told him to fuck me harder," Blake said, voice breaking, but not all the way to a sob. She'd probably said enough, or even too much, already, but she just couldn't stop the words, "When he stuck it in my ass--he didn't even fucking ask or warn me--I didn't tell him to fuck off. I just wanted him to fuck my ass. It wasn't until he said--" Blake cut off with another sniff, looking up at her friend, "I'm not a slut, am I Chlo? I came out looking for a fuck tonight, but--"

Blake squeaked as Chloe released her suddenly, then took her by the shoulders. Blake blinked in surprise as she met her friend's gaze. Those eyes were so intense, "Don't talk like that, Blake. A slut is someone that has no respect for themselves or anyone else. That's not you. You just enjoy sex--there's nothing wrong with that."

Blake sniffed, nodding slowly, and Chloe's arms were tight around her again.

"C'mon, Blake," Chloe whispered, stroking her hair--that felt so nice, "You know that. You're just having a rough time of it lately."

"But why did I do that?" Blake asked, trying to control her sobs as she spoke into Chloe's chest, "Why did I let him do that--why did I ask him to do that? I like it rough sometimes, but that's supposed to be with someone I trust to respect my boundaries. Not some rando I meet in a club."

The worst part was, Blake was still horny. She still wanted something inside her, fucking her. It felt worse than usual for some reason. Earlier she had just been horny. Now she was...a not-okay kind of horny.

"Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, Blake," Chloe said, "Trust me, if I was going through all the shit you're dealing with right now, I'd be making way bigger fuck-ups."

Blake just nodded; eyes downcast. She just wanted tonight to be over--for everything she was feeling to stop and go back to normal.

She winced, biting her lip when Chloe pulled back.

"Come on, let's get you home," her friend said, taking her by the arm, "If you want, I can stay over." She flashed a smile at Blake, "We haven't had a good snuggle-sesh in a while."

Blake shook her head, looking up at her friend, "Can I stay at your place tonight, please? Liam's back at the apartment waiting for Marie to come home and--I think she might be bringing home another girl for them to sleep with. I made a good show of not giving a fuck earlier, but I don't think I--"

"No."

Blake started. Chloe hadn't snapped at her, but her voice had been firm. Blake waited for what her friend had to say. Her sobs and her chest were starting to calm a bit for some reason.

There was a flash of something strange in Chloe's eyes before she spoke. Blake thought she might have been about to say something else, but she never found out what that was.

"You can't let him keep you from going back to your own bed, Blake," Chloe said, voice just as firm as before, "I don't give a fuck how mixed up he's made your brain--that is not okay."

Chloe frowned, huffing. She looked down and Blake thought her friend mumbled something under her breath. Blake didn't catch it.

Chloe turned her attention back to Blake, "When you talked with him earlier--both times--did he show any sign of you getting to him?"

Blake nodded, pussy growing even more needy as she remembered those wonderful moments, how sexy and confident she'd felt, "A few times."

Chloe's lips curled in a determined smile, "Good."

Then she seemed to falter for a moment, biting her lips, eyes darting back and forth between Blake and the ground.

"Chlo?" Blake asked, frowning.

Chloe sighed, raking her fingers through her hair, one hand on her hip, "Okay...You know how we have that rule?"

Blake blinked in surprise, "Yeah?"

Chloe's mouth tightened for a moment, then she met Blake's gaze, "Tonight, I'm breaking it--if you're okay with it, at least. Either way, we're going back to your place, not mine."

Blake blinked wide eyes at her friend, "Wait, what?"

Chloe pulled out her phone, "I'm getting us a ride-service back--the T will take too long." She met Blake's eyes again, "Are you okay with breaking our rule?"

Blake swallowed hard, brain fuzzing again as her pussy throbbed in anticipation, "Why?"

"Well," Chloe said, putting her phone back into her purse, "From what you've told me, Liam's basically only still with Marie because she keeps throwing her pussy--and other pussy--at him. You've also said he's too good to go online and watch any of your shows. Therefore, I say we show Liam exactly what he's missing."

Blake felt her eyes go wide as saucers at what her friend implied. Another lump form in her throat that she had to force down, "H--how are we going to do that, exactly?"

Blake's thong was just fucked now. There was no way it would be able to recover from how wet her pussy was against it. The thought of being with Chloe again...It wasn't something Blake really ever thought about, but last time they had been together had been fucking incredible. Adding Liam to that mix--even just the idea of him overhearing them...Blake's mind grew even hazier.

Fuck.

Chloe's evil, sensuous grin was not helping right now. Blake squirmed a bit, rubbing her thighs together.

Before Chloe could say anything, however, her purse started buzzing just as a red Toyota sedan pulled up on the sidewalk.

Chloe answered her phone just to make sure they had the right car, then nodded, hanging up the phone.

Blake let Chloe pull her into the car and gave the address.

Once they started moving, Chloe leaned over. Her hot, moist breath on Blake's ear made sent shivers down Blake's spine."

"I think we should go back to your place and leave your door open a crack," she whispered, "Then I make you scream. I want to make sure Liam hears exactly what he's missing out on, and I'm going to set a standard for how good he has to fuck you once you finally make him yours. You okay with that?"

Blake's mind was dangerously close to completely fuzzing over with arousal to the point of near incoherence. If she trusted anyone with her in that state, though, it was Chloe.

Or Liam.

Blake didn't bother to shake that thought from her head this time. There wasn't really a point in it with how fuzzy her mind was at the moment.

She looked over at Chloe and nodded. Her gaze immediately gravitated toward Chloe's lips, and she was surprised when Chloe met her lips--if only in a quick, chaste kiss--before pulling her into a hug.

Is she putting my face in her boobs on purpose?

If she was, Blake wasn't complaining. Chloe's tits were awesome.

"I'm going to fuck you hard tonight, Blake," Chloe whispered, making Blake's pussy twitch, "Just think about how good I'm going to make you feel, and remember to be loud about it."

Despite the haze Chloe's words covered Blake's mind in, Blake couldn't help but laugh.

She hoped Liam would be enticed, maybe even watch from the crack in the door she would leave open--though the realistic part of her knew he was too good for that--but she knew without a doubt that Liam's face would go bright red within seconds of hearing her and Chloe.

***

"You're sure you're okay with this?" Blake asked as she and Chloe walked down the hall to her apartment.

Her mind had cleared up a bit, though her pussy still throbbed and nagged at her insistently. She didn't want Chloe to decide not to go through with her plan. Not now. Not after everything that had run through Blake's head on the ride over. Chloe certainly hadn't helped in that respect, running her fingers up and down Blake's thighs and whispering "ideas" in Blake's ear--she was sure their driver had known something was up.

Still, now that they were here, Blake felt like she would be taking advantage of her friend's kindness if she didn't ask.

Chloe just snorted, "I'm fine with it. You sure your pussy could handle it if I said no?"

Blake bit her lip and glared at her friend.

Chloe just laughed and hugged Blake to her.

"You're evil," Blake grumbled.

Chloe stuck out her tongue, "You're the one who asked. Not me."

Blake sighed and reached for the door to her apartment. She'd brought along her key just in case but didn't think Liam would have locked the door.

"Wait," Chloe hissed, catching Blake's wrist just as her fingers brushed the handle, "What if he's in the main room?"

Blake frowned, looking up at her friend in puzzlement for a moment. Her eyes widened when she realized what Chloe meant, "Oh."

Chloe giggled, then grabbed the handle with one hand, and tangled the fingers of the other in Blake's hair. She leaned close, lips inches away from Blake's, "Just follow my lead."

Chloe kissed Blake. There was nothing chaste about it this time. Between the need in Blake's pussy and the sensation of Chloe's soft, wet lips against her own, Blake's entire body seemed to light up at the kiss. Even as Chloe's fingers tightened in Blake's hair, Blake clutched at her friend's neck lengthening the kiss.

Her tongue darted out to lick Chloe's lips, and Blake felt her friend smile against her mouth before reciprocating. Somewhere in the dueling of tongues and nipping and sucking at each other's lips, they made it through the door into the apartment. A moment later, it slammed shut.

"Shit," Chloe giggled against Blake's lips, "I didn't mean to kick it that hard."

Blake couldn't fight down the giggles that bubbled forth from her own lips. They were cut short, however, as Chloe pushed her up against the wall, thrusting her knee between Blake's legs.

"Oh, fuck," Blake moaned, thrusting her hips back and forth on Chloe's thigh as her friend nipped and sucked at her neck.

"Damn," Chloe breathed, "I didn't realize you were still this horny."

"Mhm," Blake half-whimpered, looking up at Chloe through misty eyes, "I need something inside m--Ah!"

Blake gasped as Chloe's thin fingers brushed her pussy lips through the thoroughly soaked fabric of her thong.

"Fuck," Chloe gasped, running one finger all the way up Blake's lips and over her clit, "You destroyed these things."

Blake didn't know if she responded with anything intelligible. The feeling of Chloe's finger rubbing against her lips--even through the fabric of her thong--had clouded her mind with lust. When Chloe brushed her clit, spots and sparks danced in Blake's vision.

"Bed. Now," Blake managed, trying to push through the haze in her mind. She knew the whole point of this was for Chloe to make her scream, but she didn't want to be selfish when her friend was being so great to her.

Plus, wouldn't it make more sense for Liam to hear me making Chloe scream?

"I get where your head's at," Chloe said, lips leaving a hot trail of kisses down Blake's neck to her shoulder, "But I don't have a dick. We just want to remind him how much of a little fireball you are in bed."

Blake almost responded. Another brush of Chloe's fingers against her clit cut her off, "Oh fuck."

Wait, are we moving?

Blake yelped as she fell, then giggled when she landed on her soft blankets. She had just a few seconds to see her bedroom door opened a crack before Chloe claimed her lips and fuzzed her senses again.

"Remember, babe," Chloe whispered between kisses, "make sure he hears you."

Blake complied, hissing with pleasure as Chloe ran a hand down Blake's stomach to pull up her dress. Her head was too clouded with arousal for her to remember things like volume control anyway.

Blake whimpered, biting her lip as Chloe hooked two fingers under the waistband of Blake's thong and pulled it down her thighs. Blake lifted her hips and started pulling at the hem of her dress, eager to get rid of any and all clothes she wore, which thankfully was just her dress and underwear--she had forgone a bra. Well, there were also her heels--

Stars and spots flashed in Blake's vision. Her mind stopped working as Chloe's fingers slipped between her dripping folds and curled upward, hitting the knot of nerves just inside her pussy.

"Oh, Fuck!"

A/N: So, Blake has reasons for reacting the way she did...it takes a while to get into it, but you'll see what's going on beneath the surface eventually.

On another note, what do you think of Chloe's devious idea? Do you think it will work?